la_belle_laide | "Did you ever know...?"

So, a Sunday, work is done for the week, Kung Fu is closed tomorrow, and I'm off Tuesday. That leaves me plenty of time to write, query, clean the house, watch Dexter, water my plants and other such fun things that I actually really enjoy.

Last night My Wonderful Glassworker Friend came over. She brought the movie K-PAX which I had never seen before. It was funny how we each saw that movie from a different angle. She commented, “One thing I don't understand was how he knew all of that unheard-of and totally unpublished space information, and where the other woman went.” And my angle was, “Well, because he was from K-PAX.” I said that it all depended on if you looked at the movie as a heart-warming “Wise Crazy People” movie (in which the crazy person helps the psychiatrist more than the other way around and is maybe not so crazy after all, see: Don Juan De Marco,) or a mystery, or sci-fi. I saw it as sci-fi. If it was going for Wise Crazy People, Don Juan De Marco blew it out of the damn water. But, I love Kevin Spacey.

I also ate raw cookie dough, which I'd been so looking forward to for weeks, but when I finally started nomming it, it wasn't as satisfying as I'd hoped. Because it was Tollhouse and not Pillsbury. For future reference, Tollhouse is kind of nasty raw. It has a tang that I don't like. Also, it made my heart go all skippity in an entirely unpleasant way for the rest of the night.

And then we watched another episode of Dexter. Yay.

Last night I had yet more of those “Dad is still here” dreams, interrupted twice by Sano licking himself—or rather, his sweater—so much that it was soaked through by 4 AM. Gah. And each time I'd go back to sleep I'd go back to that same dream. I actually hate those dreams because when I wake up, it takes me a moment to remember. As I think I've mentioned.

Today at work I found out that the really nice dude who works the competition brand in the store is leaving for CA next week. Auwe! That sucks. Who's going to keep me company?

Le sigh. I'm going to send a query to the really cool agent tonight after 9:10 PM. Don't ask. I'm neurotic. I know this will eventually work. I know it's a longass road.

Oh! My brother called today and he had this great idea. He wants us to write a story together. His idea is a one-on-one conversation with Death. Death changes forms throughout and answers questions, and accusations that s/he is a coward, or someone to be feared and hated. He thinks it's a really cool idea (and I agree) and that we can both shake off a lot of garbage if we has it out with Death fictionally. I'd love to work with my brother! We'd be like the Morgans, except without the murder and stuff. I guess.

Tonight I'll go to Mom's where we'll watch the Golden Globes and eat walnuts and drink tea. Should be fun.

This icon because I'm in one of the mirror-hating phases.

Tomorrow I want to clean out that fish tank and set it up. I want angels, gouramis and shiny silver catfish.