I dreamt that Dominus, someone else (though I can’t recall who), and I were walking around Philadelphia. The third person had once lived there and Dominus was taking her around to see what had changed. At some point, we went to a large hotel-like building with two E’s on its gates. I poked around and determined that it was now a dormitory for a very hoity-toity university. I had gone on ahead, and when the other two caught up with me, they were sad to see that this building had been so repurposed. They suggested we sneak in, and despite my protests we did so. As we poked around its library, a few students showed up, and we seemed sure to be thrown out or arrested or something.

My problem with the Mass, I think, is that it does not change. On one hand, this is a great strength: you can go anywhere and know the Mass. (This is less true since the introduction of the vernacular.) On the other hand, out of your hour or so at the church, only something like twenty minutes is spent on material that is likely to be instructive.

I always enjoy my birthday. Even when I haven’t yet done anything birthday-y, I want to go up to people and shout, “Hey! It’s my birthday!” I usually don’t.

Oh, Nokia 6620, I hardly knew ye!

Last night, I dreamt that while walking around Philadelphia, Dieter and I kept seeing funerals. A few of these were Orthodox Jewish funerals, and there was a lot of caution going on regarding handling the remains. Later on in the day, Dieter suggested that we should go help out some of the many funeral parties, and he said that some nearby Methodist congregation was holding a funeral. I decided that it sounded like a good idea, so we put on long black robes and trundled over to the church, where we saw similarly-robed congregants and a hearse. We offerred to help, and were thanked and asked to wait.

Gloria gave me a lift to work today, which was really pretty awesome of her. I got to work about two hours before I would have, taking the ten o’clock bus. What’s more, when I got home, she gave me a copy of Tetris DS. It’s a pretty great Tetris. It’s full of crazy Nintendo references, has a bunch of good play modes, and is generally pretty cool. I mean, it’s a Nintendo-branded Tetris on a portable Nintendo system. Duh!

Bryan starts today, so I planned to get in early so I’d be around and helpful the whole day. Normally, I catch the ten o’clock bus, which gets me to work about noon. Getting in early requires catching the six thirty bus, which gets me there between eight and eight thirty.

Something Awful ran an article about the national asset database and the things it should include. This included things like the Statue of Liberty, the Golden Gate Bridge (built with steel from Bethlehem), and Wawa. Specifically, “Wawa, Green Lake, PA.”

If my wiki’s ReadingQueue page is to be trusted – although it seems broken rght now – I have’t read any books in months. What’s going on? If I count comic books, I’ve read two. That’s hardly a big improvement over nothing, I think.

There are fourty-four seats on the bus I take to work. There are ten people on the bus. Despite this, like clockwork, That Guy sat in the seat in front of me, put his chair all the way back, and turned around to figure out what his seat-back hat hit. Like clockwork, I moved to another row.