pocketful of mumbles
last night I dreamed about David - the one from CELTA, not the one from California. that he tried to make a move until I told him I had another David, thanks.
also, a town that I think is familiar to my dreams: a very hilly place with lots of fun-looking houses. We had to walk where people were driving, and nearly got hit by a car a couple of times going opposite directions on a blind steep hill. We admired the purple trim on a few houses, because in that dream it meant they were queer-friendly. I was there with Clay and another girl. In another part of the dream, I was in my apartment, but it was completely different -- some four- or five-story building with only one entrance. Chris, the CELTA instructor, was there asking Toby where the back door was.
Woke up to Mom playing Simon and Garfunkel on Zach's guitar -- lovely sounds, but not for me at 8am. I thought I was hearing Dad with NPR on too loudly through the wall.
Today I get my birthday massage. I wanted to do a workout first, but haven't gotten to it and now there's not quite enough time. Instead I'll sit and read my new Kushiel (500 pages in! I've caught some typos, too) and sip my new choco-maté. And admire navel jewelry online. AND respond to an email from PETER (UCD Peter), once I finally thought to give up entirely on facebook and just try gmail. YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY.
also, a town that I think is familiar to my dreams: a very hilly place with lots of fun-looking houses. We had to walk where people were driving, and nearly got hit by a car a couple of times going opposite directions on a blind steep hill. We admired the purple trim on a few houses, because in that dream it meant they were queer-friendly. I was there with Clay and another girl. In another part of the dream, I was in my apartment, but it was completely different -- some four- or five-story building with only one entrance. Chris, the CELTA instructor, was there asking Toby where the back door was.
Woke up to Mom playing Simon and Garfunkel on Zach's guitar -- lovely sounds, but not for me at 8am. I thought I was hearing Dad with NPR on too loudly through the wall.
Today I get my birthday massage. I wanted to do a workout first, but haven't gotten to it and now there's not quite enough time. Instead I'll sit and read my new Kushiel (500 pages in! I've caught some typos, too) and sip my new choco-maté. And admire navel jewelry online. AND respond to an email from PETER (UCD Peter), once I finally thought to give up entirely on facebook and just try gmail. YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY.