My dream last night had various parts and made generally no sense. Some of it was like the weirdest combination ever of Gurren Lagann, Lucky Star, and Attention Please. Later someone had knocked my fishbowl off the dresser, but he was miraculously still alive. And all my teeth fell out, which was really gross and I can still feel it, I swear. I'm slightly more motivated to finally make that dentist's appointment I'm due for, though I'll forget by Monday anyway.

According to my massively wacky dream dictionary:
Seeing your teeth fall out - "death and famine usually will prevail"
Spitting your teeth out - "portends personal sickness, or sickness in your immediate family"

Okay!

Today is paint-slinging day. Groooossss but I really enjoy it probably more than I should. Which is why I keep doing it every year. After that I've just gotta read read read read read so I can write write write write write my term paper.