I dreamt I was trying to get to this magical land that my friend Sarah Michelle Gellar had been to several times, but it's really hard to get there. I was in this parking lot with my mother that I knew was the key to get there, and then she and I separated and I knew that that was my chance!

I started running and running and getting confused, until finally someone call out "Over here!" and I was in a theatre, and it was this one particular aisle that was the key to getting to the place, and I was crawling up and down the stairs, but I couldn't get through, and so I stopped, disappointed.

Then my Mom came, and I thought that she was going to try to stop me, but she wasn't, she was there because I had forgotten my red satin reticule, and you can't go to a magical land without a red satin reticule, that's what I always say.

Then I looked up, and there were these mirrored columns in the aisle, and Sarah Michelle was walking through one, so I knew that it was time! I ran over and walked through the mirror as well, and there I was! In the magical land!

We were in a great big house, and Sarah said that what she most liked about being there was the quiet. Then we came upon the family, which was enormous, and they all started introducing themselves to me, and I laughed and told them not to be insulted if I forgot, because they were all young women who looked similar and were around the same age!

The magical land was sort of a combination of contemporary times and 17th century or so, plus dinosaurs, who were roaming around outside. I woke up before I discovered whether they were pets or pests. It was a very peculiar dream.

So yesterday was just the Monday-est of Mondays before it had barely started.

I had to get up early because The Raccoon wasn't coming in, so not only is The Company That Must Not Be Named the only business on God's green earth to be open on President's Day (okay, so maybe it's just America), but I had to get up at 7.30a, to add insult to injury.

Then, you know that giant stack of packages that I came in especially on Saturday to send out? Got 'em all back because there was something stuck in the machine messing up the bar code. And the worst part of that was that I saw that there was something messing up the bar code and yet did nothing about it because I, get this, thought it didn't matter!!

I went to a school for gifted children, you know. Can you tell?

The other great hardship either was the least painful or the most, depending on your point of view.

I was about to leave the house, and a book started calling to me, I don't know if that's ever happened to you. I was standing across the room from my To Read Shelf and one of the books just popped out at me--the book jacket fair glowed, and it wasn't even on the front part of the shelf, it was way in the back, but there was a gap and it was calling to me so hard that had I not gone over and picked it off the shelf, I probably would have been struck down.

The book was Moab Is My Washpot, Stephen Fry's autobiography, and it had probably been sitting on that shelf for five years, if not longer. Wait, I've only been living in that apartment for four years and a bit. Anyway, it's been there for that long, certainly, and it never called to me before, but I know that when a book calls to you, you pay attention, so I pulled it off the shelf, took the plastic shrink-wrap off of it, walked to the bus stop and started to read.

And it's perfect. It's hilarious and perfect and wonderful, and when I got to work I had to stop reading it. And that hurt. I spent the day sneaking into the bathroom to devour a few 'nother pages, but it wasn't enough. This is a book to sit down and devour and not stop until it is done, and then weep for the fact that it is over and you never get to read it for the first time again. This is not a book to sit on your desk and look longingly at while entering invoices and expense reports and stapling backup to checks.

And because it's a hardcover, I can't even lay it casually on my desk to glace at while I'm doing repetitive stuff. Life is hard.

Then I felt sick, because I have been feeling a little wonky since I was so sick the other night from eating, and then I was really sick, and then I decided fuck this, and took today off.

So I'm home in my jammies, and I slept until 1.30p (which explains the vividness of the dream), and I'm going to be able to read that book uninterrupted, and besides the whole sick to my stomach thing, all is right with the world!

Today's horoscope:
Passions are high today--on all fronts. Channel forceful, pushy behavior toward solving problems rather than creating conflicts.

One year ago today:
I've just gotta learn my frigging lines. By tonight.

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