Mortaine’s Blog

Ten years ago today, John and I made a committment to being with each other, exclusive of other people.

Ten years with the same person. It boggles the mind, really.

He was really sweet last night, which was nice because I felt absolutely horrid all night long. I went to bed early, but not as early as I should have.

Hm. The image must have been slashdotted….

Ah, well. It was a funny.

Dreams last night:

I played major league baseball indoors, like the last game of the season. I was on the White Sox team, and my only hope of catching the ball from where I was was if the Cubs were really that bad. They were. The baseballs were the size of golf balls.

I was part of a large family fighting over the well-appointed bathrooms in the morning. I needed a bathrobe and hired someone in the hallway to make one for me.

I was part of a large family that sang competitively. We were putting on a show of Gilbert and Sullivan songs. One of the members looked like a cartoon and had yellow-gold hair and tattoos that danced when he sang. Several of the family members were small children who also sang with us. It was a blended family, though, and they suspected (rightly) that one of the parents had killed the other’s ex.

In that family, they had many dogs, but the favorite was also the least pretty and most flea-bitten mongrel you ever saw. Someone who wasn’t part of the family, an antagonist, said something, and the dog ripped him to shreds.

Back in the music, Buffy was supposed to be ending her reign as Slayer, both in life and on TV. She was caught up in the music, and was supposed to do some kind of dance finale, but instead she lay on the floor and spasmed, the Slayer demon inside finally winning out over her. She was losing, dying, going to turn really really evil… [and yes, this is where it gets campy]

And then “I need a Hero” comes on an PUPPET ANGEL throws himself body-surf style through the crowd to pick her up and dance with her and bring her back to herself.

Well, mostly. When I woke up, she had bright red eyes and still looked kinda evil.

It was a disturbing night’s sleep.

I renewed all my professional memberships and printed out a bunch of Calls For Papers (papers/presentations are how you get cred in the academic world…. I should have been doing some of these for the last 3 years, but kind of didn’t….)

Still have to line up the letters– note to self. Bring envelopes and stamps tomorrow and go to San Jose State to beg for letters.

I stopped the prednisone yesterday– Monday night was my last dose.

So why am I having heart palpatations today? Is it just PMS, or should I be worried?

Also, note to my left eye: STOP IT! The constant irritation isn’t helping anything or anyone. I got a new contact yesterday. Stop being a bitch. Let me see.