I had an odd dream last night. I was searching for a particular vet hospital and it was on Dillard St in Berkeley (I'm not sure if that's an actual street or not but it sounds funny). I went into another vet hospital and told them I was searching for this other place and they were like, "Dillard?? That's a funny name." One of the guys there liked me and at one point touched my leg. He was like, whoa. You're muscular.

Then I woke with a start. It was 7:50am! Ack! My alarm never went off so I overslept by almost 2 hours. It wouldn't have been so bad, but I had a meeting with my boss at 8am. Woopsey.

Walt took pictures at Angel Island.. but until we find a better way for other people to access, I can't show 'em to ya'll. I especially like the one where I'm flipping him off. I remember hiking up the trail behind him and he was taking shots of the group by holding the camera above his head without looking back. Each time he took a picture, I'd flip him off so when he went to review the photo he just took, he'd get a lovely view of my finger. Muhaha.