I woke up at 630, thinking I was awake enough to shut off my alarm clock, and promptly fell asleep again. In the interim 20 minutes I had a dream in which I woke up and started getting ready, remembering that it was St. Patrick's day and picking out some green cords (which I don't own, but I didn't think about it at the time) and put them on. When I woke up I didn't think about it at all and only remembered the dream later. I guess my subconscious figured it had that handled already. <-- 25-35% Irish Heritage. I figure I drank enough Guinness last night with linux_pro and Kevin that I can get away with not going out tonight. Both seem like very good chaps, by the way.