Kristin, you were in my dreams last night! It was so funny. You were co-starring with Uma Thurman in this 30's era film, and I was in it, except it was a film that we were living, of course (the clothes were GREAT, btw.)

It was like a romantic drama, and Nathan Fillion played the part of the bi hairdresser who was married to one of your friends and you threw a dinner party and he was trying to sleep with me, and his wife was sad and accusing to me in the bathroom as I tried to adjust my stockings and freshen my lipstick, and I was "All what should I do?" and you were "Cherie, she is my friend, but she's a sad wimp an he's really hot."

And then I walked out and he was in his boxers on the dining room table passed out in a pile of coke, and you were waiting for me outside to go to a movie and (you lived in a FABULOUS building, btw) I walked outside and flew (really, more like floated: it was so fun) down the grand staircase in my wonderful fur coat.

And then I woke up. Oh, and for half the dream, you had a a brunette marcelled bob. And there was a Lifesaver factory and I coouldn't make lifesavers, but I defended your English teacher skills brilliantly and got you a job doing something glamourous. But I don't quite remember what, but my speech was dramatic and I talked about historical annexation politics quite a bit.

I need tea now.

Oh man, I wanna star in one of Erin's dreams!

Sail, all comfort to you and your family. You'll be in my thoughts.

(((Sail))))

Man, the universe needs to LAY OFF my people already!

Also - holy CRAP, I want to be in Erin's dreams!

{{Sail}}

I'm having a lazy Saturday. I wanted to go to services, because there's a special guest speaker, some high-ranking guy in the Israeli army, and I wanted to hear what he had to say, but that would require getting totally awake and dressed and walking to synagogue, and I just don't feel like it.

I think I'm going to go grocery shopping this afternoon. And then maybe grade papers. Ugh.

I really need to try to get back into observing Shabbos better. I know that I feel much better when I do, but it requires preparation, and I haven't been so good with that lately.

Now, that was a dream. I got up because of a dream I had where suddenly DH and I were not behaving like our selves. I was even hitting him in y dream which 1) I wouldn't do and 2) if I did hit him , it would never be in that girly, wimpy way. I was offended by both of us.

my best to all of you , Sail

it was such a fun dream!

I love dreams where I fly, because it always feels so REAL. I know I shouldn't be able to do it, but it feels so natural.

I have a pretty stereotypical "smart kid" work ethic - if I decide something's worth my time/effort, I'll be the best little worker bee in the world, but give me busywork and I will procrastinate my ass off.

Yeah. It's alarming how much I can procrastinate on my busy work.

I mean, I rock the house with regular stuff, but the things with no real value added to my job are HARD to motivate for doing.

Relatedly, I am also the geek who will spend an hour programming something to do something boring, rather than spending half an hour just doing the thing myself. Just because it's a cooler approach to the problem.

Long term investment! What if you have to do Boring Task again? You've already automated it! Woo! (What? That's MY justification!)

Eh, it's usually a LOT harder to tell FTM trannies from bioguys than it is to tell MTF trannies from biogirls. Most of the guys I know who've been on T more than few months, and who've had chest surgery, you'd never know. A few, I can guess from experience (height is a big indicator), but even then...if they've got no tits and a full beard, how can you know?

This has been my experience, as well.

Gronk.

Peace to your fam, Sail.

I have no clothing. My mother packed a box of my clothes. It was all underwear and socks. The already packed box of clothes got left at the old house.

Sigh. (Well, at least I found a shirt.)

Gronk.

You know, it's a little depressing how quickly I'm getting responses on a bunch of work emails I've been sending out this a.m. Helpful, but depressing.

I'm reading a NY Times article about how people in developing countries are using cell phones. Really neat stuff going on there.

{{{{{Sail and family}}}}} I'm so sorry, hon.