oakenguy

"Ground level apartment" = Underground. Deep, deep underground. No-problem-with-cockroaches-because-the-dwarves-all-ate-them underground.

I had a Pastimes scheduling angst dream last night! Cliff was talking about to me about the week's schedule, and was like "Fight call's at 7. But I'll be seeing you at 4, right? For the D&D game, and to meet my friend Claudia Christian?" Which made me think, in very quick succession, "Uh oh, how will I get out of work?", "I'm in a game?", and "C-c-claudia Christian! And I didn't bother to use any conditioner! Crap!"

As it turned out, the person at Cliff's apartment (which looked a lot like

faekat's dining room inside a giant hamster ball) was actually Sigourney Weaver, and when she asked for something to write on and I suddenly had a memo pad from work, she was totally enchanted. "I've never seen anything like this! It's so handy! Look, it even has little boxes you can check!"

Oy. Just....oy.