I am Scruffy McNeedsAShave. Just so’s ya know.

I am missing public transportation like a fiend. I only borrow my mom’s car rarely, as the enormous keychain is a natural Dave-deterrant. I need to start scanning the classifieds for cars soon. Without a regular paycheck right now, even J.D. Byrider is not an option. I don’t foresee too much difficulty, though.

Getting out of the house and getting things done makes for less crazy in my head, though not by much.

Last night, I dreamed that my parents surprised me by taking me to a park to meet with some people. The going to the park was not a surprise, but the people there was. It felt like some sort of birthday celebration. Grandma and Grandpa Bean were there. Great Aunt Della Henderson was there, and so was Great Uncle Bob. Our dog Tipsi was there, too, and he wasn’t being grumpy at all. Just as the dream was ending, and her mom, Jean, were pulling up. I didn’t realize until after I woke up that most of the people in my dream had passed on. I was so happy to see them, but at the same time, I had never wanted to see Buddy so much in my life. I woke up with the intense desire to go back to sleep, and force Buddy into my dream.

Gee, I wonder if Samhain is around the corner. Heh.