Time to schedule that lobotomy...

OK, my dreams have officially turned freaky. Last night was some kind of end-of-the-world party thrown by the author of the Star Wars RPG, where at my date showed up dressed as a furry^*. Things proceed to get weirder from there.

Clearly, I need to use some Shambrain®!

^* For the record, I am not a furry or a plushie, so I can only assume it was something my subconscious hung on to from some of the people traipsing about Norwescon this past year.