talk at god so loud
things have been steady. not much i feel like reporting.
i had an amazingly insightful tarot reading last sunday. it confirmed a lot of the noise in my head - something i always appreciate. i've otherwise been working a lot and preparing for my trip to paris (i leave wednesday!).
i think i'm gaining weight. last night's sugar festival helped, not. (went to a friend's birthday party...she is an amazing pastry chef and had more desserts than i could comfortably consume - though, i really did try to eat as much as humanly possible.)
i had a weird dream last night that i was in NYC at this big swimming pool - but the pool was actually along penn's landing in philly (at least visually). i was there with p. and a few others....and his ex (?) was there. she and i wound up swimming the length of the pool collecting these invisible tightrope strings hovering above the pool, threatening to cut people's heads off if they surfaced at the wrong time. when p. and i were ready to leave, i went to the restroom to change out of my swimming clothes (full pants and tee shirt for some reason?) and when i returned everyone was gone. i somehow had this huge bike to ride around on to find them since i had no phone or purse or money to get home. in my mind, the car was at 18th & lombard, but i couldn't find 18th & lombard. i kept thinking i could collect call p's cell - the number was the same in the dream, too - but only found a mcdonald's hut with no phone along the way (very jersey beach style). when i finally caught up with him, his car was a weird pick-up styled hatchback and she was in the exposed bed part of the car covered in a towel or something. i invited her to sit up front with us and she said "no way." the last thing i recall is getting in the car and asking him if i'd ever be rid of her.
i'll blame the sugar and wine for that one. though, she's been in my dreams a lot lately.
anyway.
the rest of my weekend isn't defined, though, i have a lot to do to get ready for my trip. i'm not horribly motivated, i must admit. i think i'll go watch the last sopranos episode i have on dvd and start cleaning later.
i had an amazingly insightful tarot reading last sunday. it confirmed a lot of the noise in my head - something i always appreciate. i've otherwise been working a lot and preparing for my trip to paris (i leave wednesday!).
i think i'm gaining weight. last night's sugar festival helped, not. (went to a friend's birthday party...she is an amazing pastry chef and had more desserts than i could comfortably consume - though, i really did try to eat as much as humanly possible.)
i had a weird dream last night that i was in NYC at this big swimming pool - but the pool was actually along penn's landing in philly (at least visually). i was there with p. and a few others....and his ex (?) was there. she and i wound up swimming the length of the pool collecting these invisible tightrope strings hovering above the pool, threatening to cut people's heads off if they surfaced at the wrong time. when p. and i were ready to leave, i went to the restroom to change out of my swimming clothes (full pants and tee shirt for some reason?) and when i returned everyone was gone. i somehow had this huge bike to ride around on to find them since i had no phone or purse or money to get home. in my mind, the car was at 18th & lombard, but i couldn't find 18th & lombard. i kept thinking i could collect call p's cell - the number was the same in the dream, too - but only found a mcdonald's hut with no phone along the way (very jersey beach style). when i finally caught up with him, his car was a weird pick-up styled hatchback and she was in the exposed bed part of the car covered in a towel or something. i invited her to sit up front with us and she said "no way." the last thing i recall is getting in the car and asking him if i'd ever be rid of her.
i'll blame the sugar and wine for that one. though, she's been in my dreams a lot lately.
anyway.
the rest of my weekend isn't defined, though, i have a lot to do to get ready for my trip. i'm not horribly motivated, i must admit. i think i'll go watch the last sopranos episode i have on dvd and start cleaning later.