Too close to home.

Why hello there. Spring Break sure is.... a break. Except Hamlet must be read. Darn that Shakespeare. I curse his name endlessly. Today and yesterday I didn't really do anything...but I did have some freaky dreams. Last night's dream involved San Francisco, supernatural aid, door-to-door knocking, and getting angry at dad. I don't know what it is. It must mean something, right? Anyway, I don't know about the job-hunting this week because my cousins are over, so I think I'll just stay home. Because I am their ride after all, and this is a break, right? Oh yes, I forgot to mention that I made me a Moblog. Its pretty spiffy, I think. I had to dump the pictures somewhere. Maybe I'll put Andover pictures because no one has seen those. Its a beautiful place, really. Or I'm just easy to please. One of the two. Bye.