A night of truly fucked up dreams. A dream of a sort of Sci-Fi event, with Wil Wheaton (aka, the Crusher brat from TNG) as the guest star. Found him to be very personable, happy to deal with the swarms of people who kept asking him questions.
The whole thing seemed to take place in a weird mix between my middle school gym and the GSU campus. Something caused us to evacuate the gym, and Wil and I and several Rampway and other campus people ended up sitting around outside, talking. Wil started telling really bad jokes, but we all laughed anyway.
I remember getting to pat him on the head, and him laughing. Very strange.
So yeah. No Anthro today. Should be a nice day.