No, this entry is not coherent. You wanna make something of it? *falls asleep*

Nng. Sleepy. Dragged to Moody Gardens by cousins. Cousins then proceeded to shriek and whine that they didn't want to go see the lights, they didn't want to go in the rainforest pyramid when it was dark, they wanted to go to the aquarium that had closed 3 hours earlier, etc. Cousins, clearly, are agents of Satan. (Surprising, then, that my cat, who is also a known agent of Satan, hates them so much. Just infighting, I guess. It's a rough life, being a satanic minion.)

Anyway. My initial purpose in posting was. Last night I had a very complicated and dramatic and extremely confusing dream that milliways_bar, the lunatic multi-fandom RPG where I spend all my time and remaining sanity, was in fact a large Titanic-esque boat and it sank. My character died in a dramatic (and Titanic-esque, actually, as apparently that movie is my brain's sole reference point for what happens when gigantic boats sink) manner. It was all extremely odd. I hate dreams where you wake up going, "Wait, what?" Stupid confusing dream.

Oh, right. And that thing with opening the nearest book to page 123 and posting the 5th sentence. Fine, I'll go along with it.

"On the other hand, how many of Grand Admiral Thrawn's schemes had ever looked even vaguely reasonable until they were sprung on the enemy?"
-- Specter of the Past, Timothy Zahn

Yes, the closest book to me is a Star Wars novel. Yes, it's because I'm reading it at the moment. Shut up.