That reminds me that I have to check my summons for Friday.... yep, it seems that it's jury duty season.

I woke up so damn groggy this morning thtat it's not even funny... I had a dream that I was at an arts & crafts exhibition conducting a psychiatric examination for work, and when the time came to pack up, many things were missing, which made me have to go around looking for stuff under seats and tables, and finding stuff that other people had left behind.

To top it off, the exhibit was at a public space in a psychiatric institution.

Under the circumstances, "Paging Dr. Freud!" seems redundant.

for ita:

the green stuff I use right now: [link]

And I just got a bottle of replacement green stuff from TJs which seem to be about the same thing, but much cheaper.

I dreamed I was on the men's varsity soccer team. I was a little concerned that I would not perform well (perhaps I have noted my stunning lack of athletic ability?)

Very gronky. Up from 3:30-past 5, then up again at 6.

Oh, that's what you meant by green stuff. I was toying with the idea of wheatgrass shots--seems about equivalent: vitamins et al, no fibre.

I forgot my dreams, although they were totally strange.

So I was driving to work today (couldn't find my keys, missed my train) and I saw by a cemetary a billboard for "Cremation Services." Then I noticed they had a slogan in smaller cursive script. Before I could read it, I was wonding, "What the hell kind of slogan could a cremation service use that's not going to sound crass?" Then I saw it: It's my wish. Which I guess works. Like, they'll guilt-trip you into following grandpa's wishes, even if cremation freaks you out and you'd rather have a conventinoal burial.

So what other slogans could a crematin service use? Maybe, "Make sure your loved ones really Rest In Peace," with a picture of a zombie on which a red circle with a line through it is superimposed... and/or a vampire.

Or maybe, "Go green. Go ash," or something environmental-ish....

Pat Kiernan said there would only be light rain this morning. He lied!

Last night I dreamed this conversation between my father and Wolverine at the breakfast table.

Dad: So what are you going to do today?

Wolverine: Kill Morlocks.

Dad: What?

Wolverine: Kill Morlocks.

Dad: Oh.

I wish I'd had a Jesse when I had my babies. Jesse, I'm going to say just flat-out ask your friend what she is currently eating and likes agrees with the baby. The gift is so awesome, that it doesn't really matter if the surprise part happens earlier.

I need a slanket.

How much nutrition do they teach in schools in the US? Is it tested on? The sort of stuff that's easily forgotten long before you actually have to plan your own meals?

It occurs to me that university is a really good place to harp on that, for those that go. Someplace where food really starts to look like your own responsibility.

We had a unit of nutrition seemingly every year in elementary school. I remember gets bits and pieces in both bio and anatomy & physiology in high school, too. I took a nutrition course as a science credit in college. It was one of my favorite courses, and certainly my favorite science course.

I know what to do, and I like to eat healthy food, but I fall far short of the goal. It's a laziness thing. Our suppers are usually very good. And I generally serve three vegetables (not counting potatoes) with supper, hoping to make up for the multitude of sins, during the day.

If you forget everything else about nutrition, remember these two things:

1. The less processed the better (so like ita's attempt to have fruit rather than juice; bread that is from whole grain flour that hasn't been bleached; etc.).

2. The more colors on your plate (nutrients influence the color of your food), the better.

The more colors on your plate (nutrients influence the color of your food), the better.

Tri-color pasta and neapolitan ice cream, oh yeah!

OMG it is so disgusting outside. And Pat Kiernan totally lied to me, too! The one good thing is that I can almost convince myself that all the liquid on my body is rain and not sweat. Even though I know that's a lie.

I could hear the fireworks from my bed last night, which was weird. I've never totally ignored the 4th before like that!

There were some fireworks being set off right on the corner where my apartment building is. The small ones were annoying, but the big ones sounded like stuff was being broken every time.

Needless to say, they didn't set them off until 11.

I like my apartment. I like my apartment building. But I'm growing to hate the buildings around us--or maybe just one building if these were perhaps set off by the racist fucks from last week. It'd have a streamlined efficiency--said fucks were yelling drunkenly yesterday too about nothing in particular, and inviting our apartment manager for BBQ.