Apparently I've been getting spam from FreeCreditReport.com every six minutes or so -- and it's still coming; I've gotten messages at 9:14, 9:20, and 9:26 since taking this screencap -- since yesterday. Bloody hell.

You know something is wrong when a message about how to grow and thicken one's penis seems like a refreshing change of pace.

I was just napping and dreamed that I was staring at Duncan MacPhish (I still have him in a jar of alcohol, though he was in a liquid-filled bag in the dream). Somehow I'd forgotten that he is dead, so at first I was saddened to see him not moving. But then I remembered... and then he suddenly started swimming around! It was pretty weird -- he swam in circles and ghost images of him leapt off of the main body and faded away as they got farther from him -- but I was still quite glad to see him "alive" again.

I like to think he returned for my birthday.

Today is Kiddy Phenil's birthday!

Coincidentally, it is my birthday as well. 😉