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Last night, as I was lying in bed pondering which actions I needed to take next, an invisible ghost tried to suffocate me with a pillow. I tried to kick the person sleeping next to me so they'd wake up and help me, but I couldn't find the strength to kick that hard. Then I woke up wondering why I was still having trouble breathing. Man, I hate colds; but at least the cold inspired a nightmare that's a change of pace from the usual bad-people-breaking-in dreams.

In the waking world, the new plan is to torture my home computer with the screwdriver a Penguin gifted me with and see if I can make it (the computer) talk. Or something like that. Wish me luck!

The biggest problem with not having a working computer at home is that I still have the urge to turn on something electronic and look at pictures on the screen. As a general rule, this is a bad habit when there's a television set in the room, though I admit I really liked what I've seen of Tru Calling and I was somewhat amused by The Apprentice.

Okay, I should probably go home again while it's still lightish outside--walking on icy streets in full darkness is not the best of all possible ideas. Have a great weekend, all.