Our lives improve only when we take chances — and the first and most difficult risk we can take is to be honest with ourselves.
— Walter Anderson
I had one of those losing teeth dreams where I lost all my teeth. Funnily enough, I was lucid again and tried to wake myself up and didn’t work so I assumed I really was losing my teeth. Even though the dreams had detailed plots where I was being pursued and in relationships with three different men who were all polyamourus themselves. Also Ares and Aphrodite showed up and we all definitely lived in some modern kingdom where a bunch of these characters were royalty.
Mom and I went to her work, but before hand, she wanted me to dress up. So I did and looked really nice except no one was at there. Alexandra seems to be MIA, and I hope everything is alright because she told me she had pneumonia yesterday. I watched the Doctor Who season finale this evening; it made me cry. My eyes are a bit tired. I’m going to answer some mail, read, watch a movie, knit, and eat tomorrow. Some of those things may not be done, but not the eating. Thinking about the turkey is making me hungry right now.
This lack of snow just makes me want to move away from here even more.