Had a Charlie dream last night (and by last night I mean the last night I slept...which was the night before the night that ended a couple of hours ago):
It started out without Charlie. I was in a small house, it only had two rooms: a living room and a garage. I was in the garage and just couldn't get out. I was screaming, but they couldn't hear me, and although there was a wall made of glass they couldn't see me. I was dying in there (freezing to death, I think). Then the whole thing started again. This time I was Charlie...and myself. And this time he/I had a stick of a popsicle that helped us get the door a bit open. He could get his fingers through, then his hand. And then he got out. And when he did, it wasn't the garage anymore, but a car in front of the garage.
That dream didn't seem to make a lot of sense, but when I was awake I noticed that actually it did: In the season 2 finale Charlie was about to drown. And I hoped he would fit through that stupid window thingy. I guess he didn't or else he would have escaped. *sniff*
Stop killing my ships off, Lost!

Things my cat Lola eats but shouldn't:
pizza
croissants
liverwurst
spekulatius
whipped cream
wafers
cookies
margarine
pickles
There's probably more, I can't remember it.
ETA:
cheese
tea

Okay, that is all. I have to make some icons for icontests now.