I dreamed two nights ago that I was at tonyawinter's place in Seattle, helping her go through stuff. It was seven years in the future and the first time I'd been to Seattle. Most of my friends had left.

I don't think it will take me that long to go back, but, wow, seven years?

We went back to Inn Noodle for dinner again last night, and I made "When Harry Met Sally" style noises as I ate my duck hor fun. It wasn't on the menu (it was with seafood), but they told me they'd basically make whatever I wanted using the noodles I wanted. God, it was SO GOOD! An unexpected wechsler joined us shortly after our food got there and we were grateful as we had inadvertently ordered too much again (oops).

More on the evening later.