Spaghetti Western

Last night, I made some spaghetti. That was pretty tasty, but it must have influenced my weird and disgusting dream where I was trying to put spaghetti in a bowl, but it kept falling all over the place. It was annoying and gross. I also had a dream where I was working at some library (not that weird in and of itself, but there's more), which I think was in some vacation town where I was staying with my dad. I didn't know I was supposed to work that day, and I showed up at the library in a T-shirt. I think I had also put in an order for a Pizza Hut pizza. Anyway, I went back home to change my shirt, and then it seemed I had to use a boat to get back to the library. Weird. I guess there was some kind of Italian food (or Americanized Italian food, anyway) theme to my dreams.

I'm not sure whether bethje and I should go to the They Might Be Giants show at Seaside Park on Thursday. It's farther away than I thought it was, and we're already going to Brooklyn the next day, so that's a lot of driving. Besides, we don't have tickets yet, and while we can probably get them at the door, I don't want to drive all the way there and discover that they're sold out.