But man, did I feel the burn. Prepare for major whining about muscle soreness tomorrow. Right now I just have overcooked spaghetti legs, which should be interesting once I get into the shower.
I've been having so many weird dreams lately. Last night I had a fanfic dream... one of those dreams in a somewhat narrative form that makes perfect storytelling sense when you're asleep, could be the best thing you've ever written if only you could commit it to paper (or computer screen) -- and then when you wake up, you either can't remember it or it seems like something out of a bad acid trip or both. All I remember was it was Stargate (obviously) and that, in the dream, I was a guy. A guy character, that is. I think I worked in the infirmary, because I was friends with Janet -- but only friends, because I think I have a girlfriend, and my girlfriend wanted me to make some really important decision about my career, and so did Janet (who was kind of a boss/mentor in the dream) and, well, while I was asleep it sounded like a perfectly awsome OC-based story.
*sighs in frustration*