Dream|Reality

April 23rd; I'll pretend that this is real 'cause it's what I like best

Dream: I'm dreaming about fish...for some reason, I've put the new filter in the big tank, and I'm running it, but I've messed it up somehow, it's sucking all of the debris from the bottom of the tank like a magnet, and there's an awful lot of it. I'm wearing my hair braided for bed, and the shiny scrunchie I wear to bed falls off into the water and gets sucked up into the filter. Then I woke up.

The Moment CD: Little Plastic Castles, Ani DiFranco Book: Game of Kings, Dorothy Dunnett Outside: grey but warm Doing: working on getting our present darkness in shape and converting a book index   {{next}} archives | home   "And I got no illusions about you and guess what, I never did and when I said I'd take you I meant as is." —Ani DiFranco, "As Is"

Reality: You know how it is when you miss someone terribly, but you feel like you shouldn't miss them at all, because they don't really want to be around you any more and there are certianly other people around who want to be around you but all you really want to do is hang out with that person? Umyeah. Hi. Tori Amos is going to be on MTV Live on Friday. I need to remember to set the VCR. The new fish tank (ten gallons, will be a quarantine tank once I get it cycled) is going pretty well. i've got a couple of harlequin raspboras, the filter is seeded with the ammonia-eating bacteria, and i'm hoping the raspboras pee and poop enough to feed a developing colony. I got down on the floor today after i fed them and cheered them on. "Pee, you guys! More ammonia! Feed the bacteria!" Which, really, is sort of a ridiculous picture. But I had to get down there anyway to make sure they were eating and to check the temperature on the tank...(excuses, excuses) I think this last month is one I'm going to chalk up to experience. And, hopefully, forget about it. I need a chunk of time to sit and just work on Web stuff. And I need to write up a bunch of articles. Maybe I'll go to the Hill Sunday and find a coffeeshop with a quiet corner and outline stuff on paper. Goodness. I need to write something new for Anatomy, too. Soon. Soon, I promise. (And I don't think Melli reads my pages, but if she does, hi, I love you, I need to buy a plane ticket.)