My God Is Yahweh; or, A Tale of Two Roarks

          I dreamed that I joined Jared, Alaric, and some girl in presenting a business proposal to potential investors: a combination bookstore and shoe outlet, which is probably my subconscious telling me that people want to Payless at Barnes & Noble. (HUE HUE HUE but actually new books are expensive) This transitioned into a dinner table conversation with David's family where we ate ham and discussed Israel.
          The day was rainy and up to 66 degrees -- in another word, perfect. I spent a few hours decorating, something I haven't had the chance to spend significant time on recently. Also, TF2. Iris came over later on and we watched Sin City -- a positively amazing movie, in my estimation. The super high contrast, black-and-white look is legendary, it's packed with relentless action and star power, and the way the filming was done, it feels like reading a comic book. Except, this comic book has gratuitous violence, Bruce Willis, hooker Amazons, extreme morbidity, and the creepiest performance you'll ever see from Elijah Wood.

Believe me.