Yesterday I did orientation and training to be an official Special Olympic volunteer. I spent a couple hours at someones house, then last night I did a little online training and a quiz. Now, provided I pass the criminal background check (which I'm assuming shouldn't be a problem), I'll officially be in. Of course, with all that stuff in my head right before I went to bed, I spent the night dreaming of bocce ball and going to the state competition, which is in December. You'd think I'd have better things to dream about, wouldn't you? Heck, I'd even be willing to take playing bocce ball with Gerard Butler (or anything with Gerard Butler). Uh wait, I take that back. I don't think I told you the dream I had a month or two ago. I dreamed that there was an upstairs apartment in our house and Gerard Butler was renting it. I had to go into the apartment for some reason and, thinking Gerard wasn't home, walked in without knocking. He came out of the bathroom wearing women's underwear. Yeah, I could go a LONG time without having a dream like that one again. What the heck? I dream about Gerard Butler and he's a cross-dresser?!? Sometimes your subconscious can be evil.