Whoa, I just realised I had extensive dreams about hanging out with Britney Spears, except she was, well, not much like the current public persona of Britney. She was geeky and witty and a different kind of beautiful, and just amazing to hang out with, and we kept going "Can you imagine this was the same barefoot at the gas station woman?"

Uh, no, because you completely reinvented her.

Huh. I had an extensive dream about sampling cookies test baked for a new bakery. It is extrapolated from the coffeeshop opening, but it was awfully fun to eat all those cookies last night and not have calories to show for it this morning.

Dream eating is great, because you don't get the uncomfortable full feeling, like you say--no consideration of calories, and really, the enjoyment of flavour is transient anyway, so who cares if you were awake or not when it happened? It's just a memory.

It's not heart-crushing like waking up from a dream where you were loved and then you're not anymore, not like that. Or having a persistent negative effect where you dream you were betrayed by someone who's never done you wrong in waking life.

Yes, I vote for tasty tasting dreams for all.

Right? And because in the dream I was supposed to be critiquing, I really paid attention to the taste. Just exactly how it crumbled in my mouth, whether the sweet was too overwhelming, what the differences were. I can't really explain the pizza cookie at the end of the dream, but I'm okay with the rest of it. And they were really good!

This photo is cracking me up. [link]

I'm so sorry, Burrell. May Burrell-kitty's last days be sweet and peaceful.

Strong winds last night. Where my house is located, there's nothing to break the wind (ha) coming over the mountains before it slams into my house. So far, no loss of roof, so that's good. It does prevent me from having a patio umbrella, though.

I found a cast-iron doorstop in the shape of an inquisitive kitty in the discount store this morning for only $15. Of course I bought it.

This learned this morning:

Bubba the cat is healthy, as expected.

Bubba the cat can not be left alone around tote bags with handles, because he will get the handle caught around his neck, even if it is the freebie tote bag filled with kitten stuff sitting on the floor of the vet's exam room.

Bubba the cat is the worse traveler of any cat I've had, like OMG THE HORROR OF THE CARRIER I MUST ATTEMPT TO CLAW MY WAY OUT AND SCREECH WHILE I DO IT OMG bad.

Hee, Bubba the cat!

ION, fucking Boston. I went to go by the vet's to pick up more of the prescription food I've decided to commit to (for a while, at least), and they were closed! They are open Saturday 9-1 and not at all Sunday. What the shit is that? And I won't be able to make it Monday, because they close at 6. I hope I remember on Tuesday....

Isn't ita ! or msbelle or someone a big Blair Underwood fan? I'm watching him on a genealogy show and there are some great stories. (Also he is very pretty.) [link]

Burrell, I'm so sorry.

How've you been liking the class, Tom?

Oh, Bubba. Silly kitty.