Yay, Barb! Leavin' on a jet plane...

smonster, those boots are rockin' and if they offered those shoes in my size, I fear I would have bought them, too.

Aww, congratulations, Erin!

Sometimes, I dream I've found a store that has all the polishes I wish I owned. And then I am sad when I wake up.

I have a recurring dream where I am in the Thrift Store of the Gods, where I find all the polishes Plei wants, a bunch of Fluevog boots, stripy blazers, and a first edition of Something Wicked This Way Comes. Sometimes the dream then adds a zombie attack. My subconscious is strange.

a first edition of Something Wicked This Way Comes

I can no longer remember - did that ever come out as Dark Carnival, or was that just a working title that Bradbury changed at the last minute?

Nevermind - I googled and that was the origial title of The October Country collection. Yep, that memory really ISN'T doing so good on some subjects.

Uh, have him ring me up so I can punch him in the face. Without dislocating my shoulder.

Heh. Love to. (I would have had such a go at the doctor in question, but The Girl was talking to him on my behalf, as I was in masses of pain at the point that they called. If I'm not better within the 12 hours that he says I will be, I shall be calling back to shout at him.)

Barb, yay for plane!

smonster, those are *some* boots. Wow. Now I want boots. You people, you're all very bad for my finances.

Dark Carnival is the title of Bradbury's first published book, which was a short story collection. It has my favorite story ever by him, "Homecoming".

Powells' has a first edition of it in the rare book room. I go visit it every time we're in PDX.

Sounds like the same genius docs that when I give my diagnosis, say, that affects children, doesn't it? I mean, if I had lost CP at eighteen, I probably would be thrilled, if confused, but, hello?

I dreamed last night that I was at a doctor's office, and my health insurance was declined. I found out that that was because I'd been fired.

The thing was, I drove my boss's boss home from work yesterday (she had car trouble) and she spent most of the car ride saying they recognized how hard I'd been working and how much they appreciated me.

It was like the anti-life-as-I-know-it dream.

I dreamt I'd been abducted and was being held captive, but then the rest of the dream was me working out using the bathroom and taking a shower in the circumstances. That seemed to be way more concerning to me than the fact that I was being held hostage and was going to be killed in two days. No, no, I was worried about hygiene.

We're getting married in July, but we're gonna go ahead and get legally married sometime soon so I can get health coverage.

He's home early and all geeking out on going ring shopping this weekend.

As expected, my sister brought up that my mom was really mad at me. I told her I knew and that we weren't going to talk about it, just let her cool off. She said that both my mom and my dad are acting like they're not talking to me again, so she hopes it blows over.

Geez, all I did was refuse to wear a fucking necklace. I could have done so much worse. So much worse.

Not me, it's them. Not me, it's them. Not me, it's them.