I had a dream that Alex was run down by a car and died. Afterwards, we'd (meaning the juniors) would be at school and doing school stuff and we'd see things that reminded us of Alex, and places he'd been, and things he'd never finished. It would make us happy at first to remember him, and sad because then we'd have to remember that he wasn't there and he wouldn't be coming back. And also, I was wondering where he was, since he was dead and if there was an afterlife, and that made me sad too because I knew that he'd probably be really excited at having found out the answer to the Life, the Universe, and Everything, and wanting to tell us, and it sounded so much like Alex. And I said, "Did you hear about Alex?" to people and Jen said, "Yeah" and I told Andrew said that it wasn't so painful to understand what happened to him, but more that someone could intentionally do something like that. And then Nick S said something modern and nonsensical.

I'm glad you're alive, Alex.

Waking up crying is so much worse than waking up screaming- when I was little, I'd just have nightmares of monsters in the basement. I don't know why my dreams have to grow up as I do.

Nick is nasty and cynical. I want to smack him very hard. I know he's been having a hard time. So I feel guilty about wanting to smack him very hard. And I want to smack him very hard for inadvertantly making me feel guilty for wanting to smack him very hard. And I feel guilty about that too.

The Angry Lesbian and Orson Scott Card. Tell me, do people take classes to purposefully misinterpret what someone else says, each and every time??? This lady.. okay, OSC says something like, "Anti-rape laws are so much more strictly enforced now than they were 25 years ago." And the interviewer lady decides that Orson Scott Card is a mad serial Nazi rapist. Hello!

You know what's better than sex? Reading Ender's Game and Ender's Shadow simultaneously. OH yeah!

I can understand why John Ashcroft was concerned about having his picture taken in front of the statue of Justice. Her bronze bosom is rather distracting, so I can see the Attorney General's motivation for keeping it covered with a $8000 drape. After all, whenever I see John Ashcroft, I think, "God, what a giant boob!"