I always wonder about my mediocre dreams. I mean, what's the point? Bad dreams are, at least, sometimes fun, especially since I can pretty well detach myself from what's going on.

But the ones where I'm just kind wandering around, not interacting with anyone, nothing's after me or chasing me or lurking in corners waiting to ambush me? How boring.

Generally, other people aren't in my dreams, or if they are, it's in a rather insignificant way. O'yeah, sometimes my friends and relatives show up, but there is seldom any interaction, they just looks at me with sad mournful eyes while the flesh melts off of their faces.

And then there's the dream that I had quite a while ago where the mexican guy came up to the door and I answered it and he shot me in the chest with a shotgun.

Anyhoo, bad night's sleep, and I was exhausted all day at work, and we were back to being busybusybusy. I was running the room, and we had a patient on and off of the table every fifteen minutes max.

So, after I got off work, I decided to go by the cigar store.

Never been in a cigar store before.

Kinda fun, in a way.

I wound up buying three five-dollar cigars.

I've never smoked a five-dollar cigar before, and I'll tell you what, I never will again. Well, at least one that *I'm* paying for. Not worth it, at all. Good, but y'know? Five dollars. Not that good.

O, and these were just about the cheapest cigars that they had. I'm all about the White Owls, I guess. I enjoy smoking a cigar, but a big part of it is about the nicotine, I know, and nicotine is cheap.

The White Owls, the Roi Tans, the Garcia y Vegas that are made for mass consumption, the all have holes in the end that you put in your mouth. Not these babies. Nope, the ends are sealed. Why? Because they want to sell you a $50 Cigar Cutter, that's why. O'yeah, and to properly light a cigar, you *really* need a $75 Cigar Lighter.

A. Fuente. Grande Reservo. Hand Made.

It takes me a large fraction of an hour to make what these cigars cost.

I was really thinking about leaving without buying anything, but I would have been embarrassed, that would have been admitting that I really don't belong in a high-class cigar store. So I made the purchase. And the guy asked me it I wanted three spruce sticks (he called them something else, of course), and I nodded my head and he put them in the bag. So what the hell are the spruce sticks for? I have no idea, but they're about as long as the cigars and maybe 6mm wide and less than 1 mm thick. To beat your cigars with? To poke in your eyes when you realize that there is a whole world of weird people out there who do weird things with cigars? Remember Bill Clinton?

I should probably do some on-line research on cigars, but I think that I know all that I want to know about them already.

I got home and fiddled around a while, then I got Karen to rub my legs for me, and then, instead of getting out of bed, I nodded off for a coupla hours. No dreams, just sleep. Naps are nice.

And I'm sure that I'll pay the price when I try to get to sleep tonight, dammit.

Supposed to get some snow tonight, they just changed the forecast. 3-6, with a winter storm watch. I love snow, but I love it best when I can stay home and watch out the window and drink a nice hot beverage.

And I haven't played any music today, I need to go do that before I go to bed.