paging dr jung

had a pair of strange dreams last night; more accurately, more than a pair but there's only two I sort of remember. I blame the green beer.

in the first, there was a Cylon invasion and I was a guerilla fighter, sneaking past enemy lines to blow up Tyllium refineries while simultaneously playing Capture the Flag with the other humans.

in the second, I broke the RAZR and had to go on a full-blown quest to get another one. There was a squire and everything. Bizarre times.

anyway, I'm off to pick up my glasses.
woo!