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Last night I had this dream wherein my mother upset me and I spanked her bottom. (Um, she convinced me to wear roller skates in a museum where all the benches had water running all over them, and then wouldn't help me get down in such a way that I wouldn't get wet. So I got wet and then chased her down.) Apparently I was so worked up about this that I also smacked the new beading tray that I had sitting on a pile of books next to my bed. I knew that I'd made contact with something but I wasn't sure what until I woke up and the tray was three feet away from where it had started.

Today had just two notable events. I got a stack o' zines I ordered, a big fat envelope; I am assured it isn't a "monster order", but there was a lot there. Then I went to see Amélie again with Brian, who had never seen it and who enjoyed it. The Brian Update is that he is now living alone with his Jack Russell Terrier, and has grown some facial hair, which is actually flattering. Now I am home reading my zines, and about to do some housework.

Also, I changed my burn bandage today, and whee, the bandage adhesive took off some skin on the edge. & I walked into something in the kitchen that isn't normally there, and hurt my knee. So my accident-prone streak continues. Sheesh.

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nobody in this house can sleep for more than 1/2hr at a time right now, and last night has stretched right into today.