I was downstairs in the rec room at home working on something, walking around, and Dad came down the stairs. For some reason he was drinking coffee. He started walking around, I think helping me with whatever it was I was doing. We were talking and laughing, but it slowly dawned on me that he was dead and that this was all my imagination. I started to cry and said, "This is the way it's always going to be, isn't it?"
Then I woke up.
My alarm went off on time but it barely registered, and I overslept until about 8:45 a.m., so I called in sick after all. I slept on and off until about 1:00 p.m., got up, and so far I've watched Wallace & Gromit and Vol. II of Happy Tree Friends. I may watch Pirates later. I was going to stay at Quincy's tonight, but now I'm not so sure if he should even come over and he has work tomorrow. I also want to go to the San Diego fandom party at Darrel and Kris' tomorrow if I can, but we'll see how I feel.