The Brooklyn library has Flirter avec l'amour : roman / Amy _______ ; traduit de l'américain par Agathe Nabet.

Aw! I love my foreign editions. Not that I can read them.

This weekend I'm taking Sara and my mom to the local ballet company's production of Dracula, which should be awesome. And we're going to the orchard on Sunday for apple picking and a hay ride.

Going shopping after work today for clothes to wear on business trip in a couple of weeks. Saturday, Pilates, yardwork then to dinner and a movie for a friend's birthday ("Hereafter"--Matt Damon is her movie boyfriend, so it's her choice). Sunday, more organization.

My weekend plans include regular errandy homey stuff, plus maybe checking out the Head of the Charles, and also a date tomorrow.

Well, I think it's over between me and sleep doc. Her solution was to increase the meds and to add fifteen minutes of dancing in the morning. She had a way of making it sound like I was the problem, whereas, really, I'm the patient. With a problem. Which is a whole different vibe. It's not that I complained. It's that I was experiencing adverse effects.

And then we got disconnected (hmmph) after she finished her message, but while I still had things to say. Her response after I said I didn't want to continue the trazadone was to try melatonin and tryptophan and valerian. All of which? I've already tried.

So, you know, whatever. I'll check out the book she wanted me to read, but she's not getting any more of my time or money. I still have an ambien script, and those adverse effects were less bad than these.

Based on our previous research, we expected the former, but we got the latter.

So does that mean if I dress like a stone hottie at work my message will get across better?

I am taking Casper to the UGA Equestrian Team meet (with Special Girl Scout Event). And our yard is in dire need of yard work.

Oh, I'm doing nothing but switching sleep meds and drawing. Those are my plans.

to add fifteen minutes of dancing

What. the. fucking. fuck??

I'm sorry ita, I know this is really difficult for you, but I had to laugh at the total insanity of that.

How fun!

It's like you guys are doing something from one of the books for the Pony-Mad we were talking about in Literary yesterday.

(I infected my cousin with the yen for old children's books - she is actually thinking about spending $155.00 on a "reader copy" of a book that is the (even rarer) sequel to a hard to find book she loved as a child.)

My weekend plans: Going to see Great Lake Swimmers tonight and blacksmithing workshop tomorrow and Sunday. I am supposed to wear thick cotton (denim or flannel) top and pants for the workshop. I can do the pants, but I don't think I have any flannel or denim tops.

bon! I met a dog named Barksdale this morning.

From The Wire?!

Figured out two cat mysteries this morning: why Avon's food bowl was empty 30 minutes after it got automatically filled, and why Kripkat didn't wake me up for food this morning. His gums aren't as inflamed and so he ate Avon's dry food! Good, I guess?