Dream, the night of 01/03/2009: I dreamed that we were taking my Grandpa Smith to the doctor's for a routine physical and that he had outlived my Grandma. I am interested to note that, in the dream, I remembered the correct vowel pronunciation of the word 'bruits,' even though, in the dream, I spelled it as 'Ruis.'
Bleah. I want to go back to bed, but my stomach still hurts. It's one of these 'I want to throw up, but my body isn't willing' sort of things.
It's too early in the morning to try writing anything right now.
Twitter: Okayyy...So LoudTwitter is sending tweets to my journal, but they're not my tweets. That's bizarre. How the heck do I fix that? I've never even heard of Streamweaver.