Sunday Afternoon

I had even weird­er dreams than usu­al last night. Seri­ous­ly. I think I for­got my Effex­or yes­ter­day (must refill the med box today).

Some of Sam’s comments:
“When you dream about guns, you’re real­ly specific.”
“You COUNT SHOTS in your dreams?”

And in response to my frus­tra­tion that nobody else in the dream was doing any­thing about the mon­sters we were fight­ing with, pre­fer­ring to try to evac­u­ate a lit­ter of fer­al kit­tens: “You were gam­ing with kids!”

Otherwise—for some­one who does­n’t like to shop, I real­ly, real­ly want Ikea and Trad­er Joe’s to open local stores. 

I installed News­Mon­ster, an aggre­ga­tor that works with Mozil­la. Unfor­tu­nate­ly, it fouled up Fire­fox. When I final­ly got Fire­fox to open again, it was tak­ing up WAY too much of the screen, so I dis­abled it. Back to the search!

We got Gaia Con­sort’s Evolve in the mail yes­ter­day! We also got Chris Bing­ham’s The Burn­ing. I could have *sworn* that I’d also ordered Secret Voic­es, but I sup­pose I didn’t—so we still have that to look for­ward to.

Evolve isn’t very cheer­ful. Sam won­ders if it’s due to the Repub­li­can in office? If so, that just gives us even more rea­son to try to get Ker­ry elected.

I went through my jew­el­ry chest yes­ter­day (most of it—not total­ly done yet). I think shad­owkatt has adopt­ed every­thing. It will be some­what inter­est­ing to see her wear­ing but­tons I’ve had since high school. I did­n’t give away all of them, though, so she’ll just have to keep try­ing to sneak those away.

Off to pack and file and play!