beth, sounds fun. We damand pictures, you know.

there will be , but not of the in between steps.

Chaucer's blogge is funnye!

In the past two nights, I have had very vivid dreams about moving to San Francisco. I have never been to San Francisco, although I plan a trip there in April. In the first dream, I was hanging out with an old friend who lives there now, and admiring her beachside condo. In the second, I had found a lovely apartment there and I was arguing with my mother who thought I should move there, defending why I should stay where I am. (Note that my mother's opinions have historially always come down on the side of avoiding change and being glad for what good things you already have - which is the position that I was arguing in the dream. This is utterly weird to me.) I do not know what this means, if anything, nor do I know why there was a large large rocket taking off loudly from above the beachside condos.

Announcement: I have finished 3 of 5 of my readings.

Analysis: I have only dozed off a couple of times, thus allowing minimal productivity.

2 readings to go! And Tom is going to make a whole tandoori chicken on the grill (yes, even though it is snowing out). I made yummy chicken soup, my standard (chicken, spinach, garlic, onion, carrot, celery), but I threw some smashed up chunks of lemongrass in with the poaching/stock veg and water, and also minced up some jalepeno for the final soup sweat, as well as adding some shitake mushrooms. Damn, it was good. Didn't quite get that asian flavor I was going for but it made the flavor so nice and full and complex.

Just started back on the pill. Feel like ass warmed up. Blergh.

Oops. I'm supposed to be going to Sydney tomorrow night. Just remembered I haven't got the travel details booked.

ION, I may be resolving my dating dilemma. Had a date last night, we bonded over thinking Bush is a goose and Howard is a creepy little devil man. I may be falling in like.

Oh! And part of my tooth broke off during dinner. I had chicken and mushroom fettuccine. The hell? What did it break on?

4/5 readings done.

(thrilling, no?)

hair cut - looks cute.

just ate a danish made by the mom of the kid that is learning to make a guitar from DH. Pictures will have to come after guitar lesson.

trying to depurple the tub from hair dye. however, halfway thru the application od scubbing bubbles, tragedy struck. the can is ded. Not sure that we can recover from this tragedy long enough to get more.

Aw. I thought you were using "tragety" on purpose. I was very cute. Like Bugs Bunny saying "stragedy".

no more bubbles in the house. and I can see exactly where I ran out. tragic.

but hooray for a wally report - that seems to be going the right way

hooray for reading being almost done

bboooos for feeling like ass and a for a broken tooth.