Had a dream where it was the the day after my wedding.  I couldn’t find my pants and we were having a party.  The girl who I apparently married had short dark hair, and blue eyes.  I can only remember little bits now, but I can remember her eyes.

Anyway, I’m on the road tomorrow.   Get the old peepers looked over.  Have some Chinese food.  Good times, potentially.

Still haven’t beaten Cave Story, but I can navigate the deadly spikes without taking a hit.  Which feels like an accomplishment until you think about it for a few moments…