Yesterday started off with one of those "I'm back in high school" dreams. I hate those, and it's been a while since I've had one. It included me ignoring a fight started in the hall by Buffy the Vampire Slayer in favor of getting breakfast. Then I had to go to my locker; I panicked as I forgot the lock combination. Then relaxed when I found the combination stuck to the back of the lock. The rest of the dream consisted of me stuffing things into said locker, including frozen foods and wadded up clothes, while some current friends waited.

This dream may explain why I was transfixed by an episode of "Sailor Moon" that morning before work. Just who is the mysterious "Tuxedo Mask" character that Sailor Moon is so crazy about?

At work, I got to leave the office (wheee!) to attend a vendor's Open House. They had selected a tropical motif; employees wearing Hawaiian shirts = good. Playing a Jimmy Buffet tape that has only three songs over and over = bad. I must have heard "Cheeseburger in Paradise" about 30 times while we were there. At least I got to escape the office tedium and got a free lunch too.

In the parking lot, I saw what has to be the strangest vanity plate: YAHWEH. What are we to make of this? That the driver is indeed Yahweh? Or that he feels a special affinity for Yahweh like others feel for the Buccaneers or the UF Gators? Is someone driving around with a GOD vanity plate?

I had some more weird dreams last night. The only one I can remember is walking around a Victorian-era house of ill repute, and then finding some way-cool books on Italian Renaissance costuming. No Sailor Moon this morning, but I did have some leftover chili for breakfast.