Ah, another day. I keep having his weird image when I wake up – of DNA seperating into strands…..then, as I try and put the strands back together, I realize this is a metaphor for sleep. It’s really very strange.
Not much has progressed since last. Decided on the guns and accessories that I will be buying, but my dad has become a hazard. He’s asked Mr. Mcconnell about it, and Mr. Carcich too. Both of them weren’t opposed, which is indeed a good thing. However, I have to wait for Mr. Mcconnell to give the thumbs up to Jesse. Another week or two to wait. ::mutter::