Scarred for life.

Jas walks by me. I look down to see that he is wearing a kilt! In a Scottish accent he says "The pride of Nova Scotia! Alexander Keates, he DIED for that beer!"

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Thank God, it was only a dream. Wait a second, since when has this been in story mode? But seriously, imagining Jas in a kilt is going to give me nightmares tonight.


Speaking of dreams, this morning Christine related to Jenny, Jason and I, a dream that she had last night. In her dream, Jason and Yuki poked her until she died. If Jason and Yuki, especially Yuki, tried to poke me, I would kick them.