this weekend's dream:

after a horrible visit with the rents in their hometown (it seems in this dream we have moved and no longer live here), TT and i are in utte, driving across one of the bridges in the burghofpitts and on our way to the tunnels. my right foot is monstrously swollen around my recent surgery scar and it seems each of my toes is an inch or two apart, in a web-like fashion. everything is bruised and slightly skewed...and i have recollection of something violent happening at the rents, but do not quite remember.

toward the end of the bridge TT makes too hard of a left and we are careening off of the bridge. i look over to him as we fall...is this a dream, TT? he answers me, i do not think so, unfortunately. damn, this sucks. i say calmly as we hit the surface of the water and sink sink.

we wait for the car to fill completely so we are able to open the doors, and when we do, strangely enough we are back on dry land. i look down at my foot in it's sandal, the swelling has gone down,and i am again able to walk.

interesting!

sick and sick tum this weekend meant a sunday full of cuddling on the couch wth my TT and watching such fun films as theemperoradntheassain and bladetwo. tonight i have some fun foreignish films to watch...as well as my recent acquiry of thethomascrownaffair and thetailorofpanema. mmm.

the last few weeks have been harsh and angry...mostly me taking out anger ion the world (for no apparent reason.) i believe this mood has come to pass and the bitches will go into hiding for a while. through it all i have maintained a good level of fun as well asbusy. i tend to get caught up a bit and anxious...especially around anniversaries and visits and such...in other words, i am not only a freak, but a freakout. *shrug* i will deal and such...but can you(pl)?

on other notes adn chords, and after the completion of the next goal and stage of my life the time to improve on my physique has revealed itself. i will off to the gym after work with gorillagrrl to check it out...if it is good, then we'll sign. seemingly it is a female-only place with tons of machines and some sort of drill-sergeant-type switching us from machine to machine. sounds fun.

actually it does....
i do well with strict regimen

i have the boy, my art, the job, the tank...now it is time to achieve bondgrrl status. woot! (hopefully this will help with the self-esteem and depression issues a bit...we'll see. an experiment!!)