Raised ranch, that is. I knew that moving back in with my parents would be problematic. This morning, my father's garage door opener woke me up from a great dream just as I was about to buy a drink for the gorgeous Ms. Natasha Henstridge.

In other news, I've pretty much lost all concept of time. Between my crazy sleeping schedule due to my taking the red-eye back from Los Angeles and the fact that my internal clock is still badly scrambled based on the time changes, you could probably convince me it's an idle Tuesday in October and I'd be hard-pressed to believe otherwise. Every day may be Saturday when you're unemployed, but several months of Saturdays gets a little monotonous after a while.

I suppose I should get myself cleaned up a little so I can go grocery shopping at some point today. I haven't shaved in almost 48 hours, which will make things interesting when I do it this morning because not shaving for over a day tends to make it hurt when I do finally shave again. I grow facial hair at a rather rapid rate, so I get 5:00 shadow around 2 or 3PM.