Last night, did you have dreams related to bad people, houses, and trying to escape, or something along those lines?

( utterly uninteresting dream/special education nattering )
Anyways, I woke up lonely and restless and bored. Lonely is a problem because I don't have enough of interest to talk about to justify waking up koyote again. Restless is a problem because I'm likely to start frantically cleaning again and, if I'm not going to sleep, at least I should get some rest. Maybe I'll try the irc client on this thing again.

Leif has another stupid cold and keeps waking up coughing. Poor dude. I can't wait till he has a yard to go run around and go crazy in. Not that that would help his cough any.

Didn't sleep well last night. I know I slept some because I had a bunch of really bizarre dreams. Including Joss Whedon's new project - a Buffy/Firefly crossover/spinoff/prequel (for Firefly, that is), where Amber Benson stars as a vampire who kills reavers. Yeah.

The first day of babysitting went well, though. I feel almost guilty for getting paid, since it was, overall, more relaxing than the usual morning. The boys entertain themselves really well together. It almost makes me wish I'd had Irish twins, except I suspect that the playing really well together part won't last more than a few days before they start getting on eachother's nerves.

And now I am dead, except that Christof wants to go fly kites and I need to get over to the local Sac City extension office and see if they can reset my password so I can register.

I had a lucid dream last night. My first, as far as I can remember.

I was in Coronado, walking somewhere. I turned down onto G Ave., and my old church was there, which it isn't supposed to be. I looked at the church sign, and it was in gibberish. I looked again, and it was still in gibberish, but different. I realized I was dreaming, and decided to go walk into the Christian Education building (for some reason, a really common setting for my dreams).
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I thought I wasn't really upset about my cat dying. I've only seen him occasionally since I moved out, and I was kind of expecting it since he was old and in poor health.

But last night I had awful dreams about watching people I loved slowly die.

I've been going through iPhoto all evening, getting pictures posted, organizing, and so forth.

I have 4043 pictures, taking up over 4GB of disk space. Probably well over 3000 of these are of Leif.

My eventual goal is to take the best pictures, stick them into a PDF, upload them to Lulu, and then order printed copies for myself and as family Christmas presents. In theory, it should actually be cheaper than regular scrapbooking. I just have to actually get around to doing it.

I also need to go through and delete blurry shots, very similar shots of the same pose, and so forth.

The only problem is that this task gets more daunting with each picture we take.

I just get nervous about having all our pictures digital, even though intellectually I know that it's a lot safer than having only hardcopies. I mean, with under an hour's effort (and most of that devoted to learning how to work our DVD burner) and $10, I can send backup copies of the entire collection to multiple locations anywhere in the world. I have backups through February in multiple places already (actually, it's possible they all ended up here during the move. Must remedy that). But I'd still feel better having some printed copies anyways.

Leif fell asleep at 5:30PM today, and has basically been out since. He wasn't willing to stay awake another moment longer. I really hope that by some miracle he's able to sleep until a semi-reasonable hour. 6:30AM would be tolerable - I've been waking up around then anyways. I can always hope.

It's always weird listening to music you haven't bothered listening to in ages and suddenly having a very vivid flashback to another time listening to it. In this case, the DC Undernet Opermeet in 1999. How random. (Even stranger, I'm not 100% sure I even had this particular CD along on that trip.)

I just realized how much my userpic looks like a certain stuffed cat I had when I was a kid. I wonder if this was a subconscious motivation for choosing it?

The other night, I had a dream that a former co-worker, who had a baby a few months before Leif was born, moved to Decca, the center of the Islamic world, located in India.

I knew, even in the dream, that I was confusing two concepts.

Dreams are so strange.

I've been dreaming a lot about being back in high school, often around graduation time, lately (well, for at least the past year). I'm curious as to what this means.

Nothing to do with dreams, but I was carrying Leif in his carrier at the farmer's market today, and within one block had a homeless guy yelling at me for a block that I should stick him in a stroller because he was too hot (I won't discuss the weather beyond that, as that would be gloating), and then another guy ask me to be a nanny for his 2 year old.

The new Starbuck's chocolate drink, Chantico, is interesting. It takes me a good hour to drink a 6 oz. cup, and if you know me, that's quite an accomplishment. I usually prefer to gulp everything. Chantico is too sweet and rich, though. This isn't a bad thing, since it's nice having something to drink the full time I'm there. It's also cheap. They could cut the sugar in half and it would still be too sweet, though.

I love when Leif is willing to sleep in his carrier long enough for me to get online for a while. Almost makes up for his fit during story time at the library this morning. Alas, he is now awake, and unlikely to let me continue to sit.

Saw PoA today. I think koyote liked it better than I did. Not that I didn't like it, but he hasn't read the books, so it's entirely brand new to him.

Prisoner of Azkaban seems to be the key book (and movie, apparently) for many people, the one that hooks them. It was for me. I read the first book, and found it somewhat banal. I gave the second book a shot just to give the series a fair chance, but didn't like it much better. Some time later, a friend told me that I had to read the third book, and that I'd like the series after I read it. He was right.

It was fun watching the movie from tarie's perspective. I could care less about who is in love with who, but it's fun to watch from that perspective.

We had a discussion afterwards which somehow led to the discussion of Snape/McGonagall. Ew.

I have PoA in Spanish, and need to get around to reading it. I guess it just depresses me that I can't read anywhere near fluently at a fourth grade level in Spanish, and it's too time consuming when I have to look up every other word. I did eventually find that if I just read without looking stuff up, I could get the general gist of what was happening, but not enough to really get into it.

I dreamed last night about going back to high school and trying to decide which level of Spanish I should take, since I got up to fourth year but didn't really learn much of anything past second (not to mention the fact that I haven't done any serious Spanish study since high school). I also took AP Chemistry with Mr. Price (excuse me, Dr. Price). Then we (no clue who was with me, though I think my brother might have been) got caught breaking into bongo3045's house, and were locked in by The Evil Stepmother. I have no clue who she was, either, or why we were breaking in. She forgot to lock the back door, though, so we escaped after she left for the day.

I'm sure you all really cared about that.

Anyways, back to PoA. This was the first movie that koyote and I have seen alone since Leif was born, and the first movie I've seen in a theater since RotK. silkensteel babysat, and he apparently did ok. This always surprises me, since he doesn't spend much time away from us, and tends to throw a fit when one or the other of us leaves.

We're getting rid of books (in addition to other things) in preparation for moving. This is hard, since I know that there are some I'm going to want to read again, and some that I'll eventually end up buying over again. But it's not worth it to move them across country and store them.

We sold the Ikea chairs the other day. I asked too little for them because I listed them when I was too tired to think straight. For some reason this really bugs me more than if we'd actually paid for them, rather than "just" sitting in the rainy cold for 8 hours in the middle of the night while 8.5 months pregnant.

I'm curious how much stuff we'll have when we get down to the stuff that we really want to keep.

Why am I still awake? Leif slept like crap last night, and I slept even worse. I felt like I was awake the whole night, though obviously I slept enough to have that idiotic dream. I'm getting to sleep too late in general. It's just that night is the only time that I have to myself, so I tend to drag it out.