Last night i dreamed, not of heaven, but of a strange curling-like game being played across the streets of my childhood neighborhood. The goal seemed to be a sort of simple race, to be the first one to get your rock to the destination, in the least number of attempts- kind of like curling/golf, but the whole neighborhood seemed fair game. People i hadn't seen in a long time were playing, and we wound up at the front door of my mother's house, she was baking, and it may have been Christmas.

Today my friend dave gets married, and many old friends will be there. But i can't make it to the weddding because i have too much studying to do. I just want school to be over with.