I have a notebook by the side of my bed that's filling with the scratchiest ugliest writing when I wake up with piecemeal dreams. I wondered what it'd be like to remember them more.

Mostly I'm appalled at the lousiness of my handwriting. Damn. But typing's right out. Too much light.

Sue, it's moments like this that I wish our house (and yours!) had an extra bathroom.

Hey, I had to make a special trip to the mall yesterday.

oooOOOooo: Red Interactive Agency - [link]

Well that was $115 dollars worth of amusement.

Now I need a shower. I really don't want to go to work. How's the rest of the day going to live up to this morning.

ETA: And the cats are emerging from their hidey-holes. I guess we can put this in the fridge.

I dreamed last night about doing something to impress an ex-boyfriend. The problem? I can't stand this particular ex-boyfriend. I regret ever dating him in the first place, and that's not true of anyone else I ever dated. So I woke up this morning with a strong feeling of WTF, self?

Also, hello!

Good times: A black-metal themed baking blog [link]

I had a horrible, horrbile dream last night. What was interesting was that Julie Christie and Tom Waits were playing the other people in my dream, but they weren't themselves, it was like I was in a movie with them. Unfortunately, tom Waits was playing an abusive guy who was being monstrous to Julie Christie as she kept puking everywhere. It was disturbing and disgusting.

Some sort of post-toilet repair anxiety dream?

That was pre-toilet repair. And they were outside. No toilets in sight.