Too many reminders of old worlds and new ones. In my mildly alcohol-induced haze last night, I dreamed that I was still in school and I had forgotten the books that we were allowed to use on the final exam, so the professor allowed me to drive home to get them. I drove through the streets of Los Angeles near my apartment to get home, but when I got home, it was the house in Connecticut I grew up in. I spent some time in my dream desperately searching around my old bedroom looking for these books -- to the point where when I woke up, I was disoriented because I wasn't in my old bedroom in the house I grew up in. This is mildly disturbing in that I moved out of that house in 1994 and haven't really considered it "home" since, and I'm a little tweaked out by the fact that my brain could regress so readily to the point where I wouldn't remember a bedroom I've lived in for almost 2 years now and realize it's mine. Last night's rain turned into an absolutely gorgeous day today, but I'm spending the morning inside taking care of housework -- cleaning, doing laundry, etc. I'm heading down to San Diego in a few hours for Joelle's birthday, which should be a blast involving more drunken revelry.