  I feel restless, and i keep on having dreams where the Wanderer has decided not to speak to me; it is because I'm too tired to go hiking.
She tells me that since I'm so tired all the time, i ought to just stay in bed because she's sick of being slowed down by me. This is NOT something she'd say in real life. Evidently, though, it is something that's concerning me.
Think it has to do with me sleeping excessive amounts last little bit. It's frustrating; Kurt had a three day weekend, but i didn't have the energy to get up and do anything. There is considerably less pain, though. We decided on letting the car go ahead and be sold by The Powers That Be. "Decision" is possibly too strong a word - there were simply no other viable options. Kurt's been wanting to unload the car pretty big the last year or so anyways, so it isn't a big deal at all; just sort of strange not seeing the fruity purple civic given up to entropy in the driveway.
We are planning on purchasing a secondhand car when we can - ideally, a jetta that runson diesel. The guy next door has done remarkable things to his van. I don't know technicalities, but it is shinier, has more lights in odd areas, and in short, looks sort of like a maroon alien space craft.
He puts in full days working on it - the guy loves his van. Started playing D&D with the boys again. I play a kender rogue, so i'm short, devoid of fear, and have the attention span of a goldfish. Been pretty fun so far. I have this bag that's magic, and therefore bottomless, and the stuff i end up picking up is surprising even to myself. and that's it. 
