Good morning! I was having weird dreams that I think I was a drug dealer. Or something. There was Breanne of Tarth, in very weird armour, and just a mishmash of images. It was very strange.

I think I was just about to get paid from the head drug dealer when my alarm went off. Strange, huh?

At one point I was either undercover or something, but for a brief couple of dream seconds, I was in a wheelchair as well.

But now I’m up and dressed, and the news is one while I wait for the coffee to finish brewing. Let’s get this day started, so it can be over. After today – I have two shifts left before my little vacation.

Happy Saturday y’all!