Day & Night.

Another windy day, another brush fire. This one is somewhere in Jersey.

I guess a rainy day here and there, isn't too bad of a thing.

So apparently, last night I had a dream about pencils. More like, I dreamt I went on a date and all I did was talk about pencils. (WTF?!)

I rather not elaborate, but the memory of it was and is quite entertaining.

These pencils are so glittery and fun, how can one not talk about them on a not-real date?

Then again, I don't know if I was talking about these particular ones to my "suitor".