I had a dream last night that my pal James had a big bone on for one of my LiveJournal friends and kept trying to get me to hook him up with her. This struck me as odd, even when I was asleep (it's my curse that even when I'm unconscious, I'm picking apart the implausible aspects of plots), because:
1. James doesn't read my LiveJournal, as far as I know
2. James just got engaged and isn't likely to be scouting around
3. I have never actually met this person.
But, it was an entertaining dream in a sort of barbaric-sitcom way, and it almost ended in a fistfight, so you know that ain't bad.
I finally finished a chapter in my stupid novel last night that has been kicking my ass for weeks. I'm still not sure it doesn't suck, but I hate it less now than I did when I was stuck in the middle of it. I was dreading the next (now current) chapter as well, but as it turns out, just when I started writing it, I thought up a new angle for the action that's going to pay off almost immediately, at least in terms of my enthuiasm for writing it. Sometimes my brain does me a favor.