I was just dreaming that I was fooling around with a new program on my computer: Spectre, the instant messaging program for communicating with the dead. I don't remember who I was talking to. Actually I don't think it was anyone specific, just some dead person. So the conversation was like:

Me: So, you're dead?
Ghost: Yup.
Me: Neat.

Second morning in a row woken up before seven by a crackin' thunderstorm. Went into work early yesterday so that I could leave early, but that's a rum option for today since I have to be downtown at 7 tonight anyway.

Things I know about my cat Zam:

• When the apocalypse comes, Zam will command an army of frogs.
• Zam refuses to wear a hat for political reasons.
• Zam is not Tederick's horse.
• When the streets clear out because there's going to be a gunfight, Zam sticks around.
• Zam supports your right to choose.
• Zam will eat the chicken but would prefer the fish.
• Other cats sleep; Zam prepares.