I shouldn't be worried about my friend who's 8 months pregnant and hasn't returned my calls in two days, should I? Someone would have called if she had the baby, right?

Also, Air Canada is having a sale, and I can't afford to go anywhere. It is killing me. I really need a vacation.

Also, after watching Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban (it was on TV) and Children of Men (on DVD) on consecutive nights, I dreamt that I was pregnant with Alan Rickman's child and he was travelling in a ragtag touring production of Harry Potter.

That must've been...interesting, Sue.

OK, so the lips regained enough sensation to eat. Tabouli. And now I'm feeling where my dentist nicked my lip (she apologized profusely, but it was me who jolted.) Tabouli is acidic. Yow.

Timelies all!

Happy Birthday to meara and to Jen K!

Can you imagine being Alan Rickman's child? And to have that voice saying "Go to your room!"

My hair is now significantly shorter! And now I need to pack. Crap.

Imagining Rickman as stern daddy seems to have killed the thread.

Also, today I broke my sunglasses. At lunch I bought a new pair, since I can't really tolerate the sun without them. After work I was in a mall looking at baby clothes (for my pregnant friend, not my imaginary dream child) and the sales lady says, "Oh, you dropped your sunglasses." I thank her and take them and put them in my purse. Then about halfway home I pull out my sunglasses and put them on, except they're not the sunglasses I bought at lunch...they're somebody elses glasses. I didn't really look that hard at them, and they were the general colour and shape of the ones I just bought, so I didn't think anything of it. I guess I'll drop them at the store tomorrow.

My hair is now significantly shorter!

Shorter how? New style?

Shorter how? New style?

Er. Couple of quick, bad pictures (after discovering my batteries were dead in digital camera, which would have been bad this weekend):

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That's a really cute cut!