sugardeath

Documenting Dreams

A night or two ago, my dreams consisted of:

My mom telling me, in my new apartment that she hasn't seen, that I shaved my beard unevenly.  So much so that it was four inches longer on one side than the other.  This was not the case in the dream, nor is it in real life.

My bracelet breaking again.

The State Street Chicago River draw bridge rising up as I was walking towards it.  Not even as I was walking on it, just towards it.  So I had to wait, and then I woke up.

Weird dreams.

Got the script working and implemented into the whole thing.  Fixed a few other issues that popped up.  Day goes by fast when I actually have things to do.

Writing documentation isn't as bad as I thought it'd be.