the kidlings have gone home.
the great antarctice landscape featuring penguins (and igloos and snowmen) is completed.
i have taught myself how to cast on and i think i figured out the basic knitting stitch.
extreme home makeover has been sobbed over.
dinner is done.
i’m not wearing a bra.
i have a diet coke
and some whoppers.
matthew sweet is playing loud and clear.

i guess i have to write.

when i sat down to write i started reading through some old entries hoping for some inspiration. as i was reading my dream from last night flashed into my head, and it made me sad. just parts of the dream made me sad, other parts are just weird dreamthings that are funny, but usually only to me and the person i was dreaming about.

in the dream i had just bought a new house. it was a big fixer-upper something i had allegedly bought to turn into a writer’s retreat. my classmates Kelly and Nance were there to help me rennovate or something. i’m not exactly sure. but they were there and they were in a bedroom tearing out carpet. i was in the kitchen dealing with some remodelers or something, when in walked the TTHM.

the motherfucking TTHM was in my dream. and it was so terribly sad. he was really very sick. some sort of health problem. he was telling me about how he was going in for surgery or some such nonsense. i remember that as soon as he told me, i started to cry. i pulled him too me and hugged him with all that i had, crying the whole time. he tried to introduce me to some woman that was with him (i think it was supposed to be his ex-wife). she was taking him to his surgery. i just cried and held his hand. and then cried some more for good measure.

meanwhile, Kelly and Nance were redecorating that bedroom and had somehow come to the conclusion that the writer’s retreat needed a dog. and while i was in the kitchen hugging the TTHM, they had downloaded some weird forms from the Web where we could adopt a pure-bred basset hound for like $2000.

Kelly came into the kitchen to get my portion of the money and to have me sign some forms. apparently i had agreed to the how basset hound idea, though i tried to tell her i thought it was a crazy idea. somehow she convinced me that of course i had said we should get the dog.

and then TTHM told me to get the dog.

so i signed the papers to get the dog.

then i woke up.