After my hot and steamy dream about doing it with the Rock until he turned into a werewolf 2 nights ago (probably brought on my the Buffy episode where Oz left, which was on a few days ago), I had a dream about trying to figure out which of my coworkers shat in my shower. (It was Andrew.) What a let-down.
Ember's up-coming baby gave me a lot of thinking, on the way home, day before yesterday. So much so that I cleaned off my dry-erase board before I went to sleep, and drew up a five-year plan, involving relationship, house, school, job, money, and "extras." Goals, projections, compromises. I'll have enough to buy a house in 5 years. I'll be professionally certified. I might have a car, but I'll definitely have a house (and a cat.) It feels good to have a plan, but the main thought that prompted all this was "Babies happen when they want to, not just when you're ready for them." This thought goes a lot deeper than at first sight.
Readin' Jingo (just finishing)
Listenin' to "Glycerine", Bush
Thinkin' about food, coffee with Michelle
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