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My new friend has convinced me: every day I go without owning a small dinosaur is a day my life is incomplete.

So I decided to put up some money and take an honest to god surfing lesson so the next time I'm out on the water I don't accidentally drown myself. Lesson was supposed to be this morning. However, no sooner do we get in wetsuits and out to the beach when dark as shit clouds roll in like a typhoon's headed our way. The instructor decided to err on the side of caution and cancelled class.

What gives? There was no forecast for storms today, was there? I mean, this is sunny California. What the fuck happened to the sun?!

Had darkness like this in my dreams once.

Followed by the Greek underworld attacking Gotham.

Drink it up, people. There have been weirder things. When a freak storm always hit my parents broke out the vodka, so I'll be upholding that tradition. Happy Sunday. And don't do anything stupid in the next couple days, sheesh.

Well isn't this just peachy. Black clouds, frowning at me, nothin' but black clouds. Or whatever, I don't know, it worked for song...

Anyway, what's up with this day? First I wake up from some... interesting dreams to say the least. And then... this?

Who bothered ordering the apocalypse?

The darkness is different though, it's not just a normal storm is it? I sense something odd from it. Not exactly thrilled with what I feel from it either.

Okay. Everyone here with your weird dream thing. Help.

I definitely just had dreams about working at a theme park that was based around dinosaurs. Not animatronic ones, real ones. That were cloned from DNA found in fossils. I mean, legitimately living, breathing dinosaurs.

This could definitely qualify as "dream" material ... Right??

So I'm not the hugest Demi Lovato fan, but I kind of like her new song, Cool for the Summer. It's kind of catchy. And on the other hand, I hate that Cheerleader song. Why is it that songs you hate are always the ones that get stuck in your head?

How come the people that always cause trouble are the middle-aged and old people? I've never had someone under thirty stiff me on a tip or throw a fit the way some forty-year old soccer mom does when she thinks her coffee is too cold. And it's almost always some creepy old guy trying to grab my ass.

I just needed to vent. One of my regulars suggested I try venting here. I'm Sarah.

What's with the weird weather?