8 August
Lots to say, not much time, am filthy, cats unfed, should have written last night, was chatting instead, shake well and repeat.
Boy, was it ever hot last night!
It was too hot for covers, and I couldn't sleep and there were either fifty million mosquitos or one really hungry one, because I am absolutely covered in bites.
Sweaty, tossing and turning, scratching mosquito bites, why it was just like, well, August! Yesterday was only the fifth 90° day this year, there wasn't even a single one in July, so I haven't a thing to complain about, but honestly, I really have gone soft this summer.
Got this email from Pamie yesterday:
Eric came home last night from playing poker at the comedy club and said, "There was some new guy named Nick. Australian."
I go, "Here for Russell Crowe?"
"How did you know that?"
"Kymm finds it very important."
"So, I should have been impressed that I was sitting at a table with him?"
"Was Russell Crowe there?"
"I don't think so."
"Then, no."
And then this morning, I got this email from Dawn (Journal of the Week):
I took a nap today, and had what could have been a sweet little dream, but there YOU were... it was on a movie set. RC was directing, and it was the very first day. All the actors were sitting around as he went over the various scenes. You were really intimidated at first, and just went along with whatever he said, but then you came to one scene and got into a MASSIVE argument about how it should be done, and it was just the clash of the creative titans, it cowered all the other actors. In the end, nothing was really settled, the scene would be done another day.
After it was all over, RC was going around chatting with everyone, and he offered you a beer with a twinkle in his eye.
"That'd be sweet as a biscuit," you said.
Then I woke up.'
Have you ever had a prophetic dream?
And we're still talking about thoughtful presents, publicity, cravings, being behind the times, irrational fears, family legends, what to write about when there's nothing to write about, swearing, our top ten songs, and Australian (and New Zealand) yumminess.
Today's horoscope:
Control emerges as an issue with household members today. Balance your power with love and a happy result can occur.
One year ago today:
Several of these pictures went by the wayside, since there is the problem of the giant Popeye forearms.
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