With Gusto

Umountable Boot Volume

My computer at home is sick. It has a case of Unmountable Boot Volume, and I don't have an XP CD to remedy it. I'll have to bring a blank CD to school tomorrow, then burn the proper files onto it, then bring it home. What a dumb thing to happen. As it stands, the computer I'm using right now is utter poo. It took 5 minutes to boot up, and the keyboard is like wiping my eyeballs with dry leaves.
These days look quiet, though I am going to Kamloops this weekend on a lark to see some family, none of whom live there, just happen to be there. I bought my niece and nephew presents. Spiderman puzzles and a sillypuddy to share. I hope they like it. The reason for the quiet days is my new class, which, though will require effort at some points, still leaves me with a lot of free time. It also ends at 12:30 pm. I need a project. Maybe I should work on my novel. My what? I'm writing a novel?

Saw Farenheit 9/11 last night and was very pleased by it. Made me feel like crap. Uncoincidentally, I had a dream where I was supposed to meet a famous theremin player, but walked past him and climbed on top of a streetcar. I developed a routine where at a specific stop in the industrial part of town, I'd float off and run through a series of tunnels. One time, I got off at the wrong stop, and when I went to go into a tunnel, a junkie type of guy got in my way, and started moving towards me, the gnarling junky face wanting anything on my person. I screamed "HELP!" (which came out in real life, thundering across the neighborhood as we sleep outside) and then these mocking, moaning echoes started seeping out of the shadows in my dream, a sarcastic message meant to say, "this isn't the helping neighborhood."
When I woke up, I felt as though I should've stayed in the dream. It was the perfect time to get lucid, as I screamed for help because I knew I was in a dream. But what was down that corridor, and why would I let a junkie get in my way?