Scary Storm

Last night it rained, really really hard. Hard enough that I woke up because I thought something might be exploding, or maybe a 747 was about to crash into my building.

But no, it was just ludicrously intense rain, and the pile of clothes under the window was soaked. So I closed the window against the noise, turned on the heater 'cause it was kind of cold, and tried to go back to sleep.

My dream had nothing to do with rain... it was something about my mother marrying a mafia don and, as a result, the mafia NOT coming to break my knees because I forgot to pay the last $120 of the loan I'd taken out for something. Most of the dream involved me searching through piles of random paper looking for the loan records, which (when I found them) turned out to be fragmentary and not terribly illuminating.

Yay!

Apparently you can switch back to the old default theme. I did not know that.

http://www.livejournal.com/manage/siteopts.bml

Also: In a comment, please don't tell me what you think about me, then don't go to your journal and ask others to do the same. If people said positive things I wouldn't trust them, and if they said negative things I'd get angry, so only the ironic, humorous, or Just Plain Weird responses would have any hope of not causing angst anyway. }:P