my dreams have been particularly haunting of late… i woke up this morning mumbling something about midgets. then the night before involved a shotgun wedding, two grooms, a missing veil, mermaids, walruses and talking cockroaches going on about the gauze in the first aid kit. c’était tellement bizzare. might reconsider keeping a dream log… the problem is that i would have to write upon awakening otherwise risk losing the interesting detail… i suppose a brief outline would suffice, enough of a reminder to fill in detail later. i’m already taking my temperature as i wake so it’s not too much of a stretch.

morning ramblings. sweet caffeine not kicked in. addicted to tea. among other things… jean luc was saying that he only had one bad thing that he does (smoking) and since it’s his only bad thing, he doesn’t see why he should give it up. i was trying not to tally up how many bad things i do, but i guess badness is in the eye of the beholder.

am i the see-no-evil monkey? cheeky.

tuesday was pretty much a write off as i still hadn’t recovered from the shock of monday. even my yoga class was too crowded for comfort. usually i thoroughly enjoy my tuesday evening yoga sessions but i had a mental block and was being overly critical of teaching styles… force of habit? then i spent the bus ride home listening to the stills and missing montreal sorely. mostly the music. the heartbeat of the city. live shows, dressing up, my wyf, my best friends, the trouble i got into and the trouble i didn’t… *sigh* ..it was one of those days..

but wednesday shall be different! start the day with some stretching, put on my cutie pie skirt, my heels and some lipstick. shake out the cobwebs and off we go!

it’s all downhill ‘til the weekend!

i think i’ll be a rock star this weekend... on verrons!