I'm working a little later tonight, but it doesn't bother me at all, seeing as how I work only 2 days this week. Today I go do academic advising at our Orange County site, which should be fun. This seems like a nice group. I have several other groups who are very demanding. This one seems to understand that if you have a question or concern, you ask politely. Go figure.
I had the craziest dream last night that kinda freaked me out. I dreamt that I looked outside and this white VW Jetta was sitting outside our house, and a guy who looked a lot like Jack Nickelson was just staring at our house. (Of course it was late at night in the dream.) I went outside--for some reason I went through the window--and the guy pulled a small machine gun out on me. I got back inside the house in time, and he didn't shoot, but apparently I wasn't to leave my house. I woke up still feeling like I was supposed to call the cops.
Then I dreamed Steve and I were going through our wedding ceremony again, and I hadn't done my hair, and couldn't find my wedding dress and shoes.
In cinematic news... Harry Potter, two thumbs up with a special thumbs up for Patrick Doyle's new score... Scrubs took a little while to warm up, but is still quite funny, though I'm still bummed they have to let it be crass once in awhile... and Madagascar was cute.
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I also once dreamed when I was PG that I was being shot at! But it was after the babies were born and I was lugging them around with me. The babies were boys too, and that was after we found out we were having 2 girls. Where does our mind come up with these things????
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