They're not rocks. They're seer stones, given to me by an angel.

My dreams last night consisted of my trying to make out with five different girls, and completely failing on all counts. One of these girls was leaving for India imminently after having lived in Germany already and otherwise traveling extensively. The theme of this dream was that for having lived in only one country besides the one of my birth, I am a failure and understand nothing about the world. This is only slightly true, but very funny.

There will be beer and porn tonight, if you're free.