I hate how stress causes skin flare-ups for me. (I have hidradenitis suppurativa if you've missed the other PSAs.)

( Sources of stress )

(BTW, despite recent posts, I am not home until tomorrow ( Read more... )

I had a dream that was long and winding, just like reality. The part that I remember though I had a device akin to the iPod Touch, with WiFi and a browser, but also a word processor, and I was doing all my work on it. It was a bit small though so I made it bigger via the finger-gestures thing that the iPod Touch can do. I went a lot of places ( Read more... )

I had a new second cockatiel, a male wild-type, and after I set him up with quarantine I went back to Gabe only to discover that her legs were so puffy and swollen she couldn't step up or perch appropriately. Since it was the day before Thanksgiving, my Mom didn't want me to waste family time going to the vet, but I insisted on at least calling. ( Read more... )

I dreamed about parrots. Lots and lots of parrots. And baby parrots. They were crosbreeds between a scarlet macaw, and some sort of yellow Macaw.

I dreamed that I'd found a bright green smallish parrot, around green-cheeked conure sized, but whole body was green. Lots of pinfeathers coming in too. I played with her for a while, and was trying to figure out what type of conure she was. For a while I thought she was one of the cherry-headed conures that Mickaboo rescues lots of, then her ( Read more... )

I was some sort of military/mercenary/assassin on a battlefield in the middle of a busy tourist beach. My handgun wasn't doing much against the enemy tower, but it drew their attention, so as my dad and I assembled a rocket launcher, an enemy soldier came out with his. Hers. She shot it at us before we'd finished assembling ours, so we ran down ( Read more... )

I'm not sure whether it was that my father was Dr. Who, or that Dr. Who was my father, but we were in a spaceship that was also a resort planet. We and someone else, maybe Rose Tyler were looking for something, and to do this we got on the Elevator to look for the Apartments. Dr. Who hung his whole body outside the elevator to prove to an old ( Read more... )

As I went through the checkout line at the grocery store, the cashier took each of the live chickens in turn, flipped it on its back, and ran it across the scanner. You see, farmers had started microchipping them all, and the cashier was scanning the microchip, which I guess included things like weight and price ( Read more... )

I dreamed that Gabe let me scratch him ( Read more... )