What an exhausting night. I swear I thought about calling in sick just so I could get some sleep. Nothing overly odd about my routine...

Side update about the neighbors upstairs - Larry indicated they got divorced, he moved out a bit after thanksgiving, and she moved out last weekend. Sad. They were married in June of this year! Geeze. I guess scrawny mcscrawnerson was abusive and shit. I'll miss 'em.. they were good neighbors. She was hot.

... tangent done. Well odd dream that pulled off like a sequel to 'Shoot'em Up'... except The Doctor moved into town, he dropped off his kid at my door, and Doctor (with wife in tow) went out to get hammered and look for house. Then it became a series of chases turned gun battles from assassins, werewolves, and mutants... Crawling through secret tunnels, sewers, and fighting robots. I never understood why I was being assaulted or if it was due to me or the kid but it was f'n annoying. Every so often, in the dream, I would stop and say "Perhaps I shouldn't have Dannybean in the sewers; his mom might disagree with that".

In the end I was able to drop the kid off, but then he bit my grimy, bleeding, sewer and gun shot residue coated hand.

I am unsure of the portent or lesson from this one.