dreams

I dreamt about Batshit Crazy this morning. It was very odd. (Batshit Crazy was an art teacher who, although talented both as an artist and teacher of the classical method, was a crazy-maker. He was a manipulative and selfish sod, though by turns incredibly sweet and charming. He was always looking for easy or fast money. And, judging by his mob connections and unstable attitude, it's become clear to me since parting ways why.)

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This weekend has been a bad one. My energy level has sunk pretty low and now my face is a complete mess. I haven't cheated and I've kept up my water consumption, so it's very discouraging. I do remember a week or three of de-toxing, though, so this is probably the start of that.

The good side was that we went to the library on Saturday, and I came away with 3 (or 5, depending on whether you count by book covers or contents) trashy light books and two from the list of unread books. After I get through the first trashy light one (which is actually three books in one. I'm 40 pages from the end of the second), I'll start on one of the classics. Haven't decided which, though. I guess it'll depend on my mood.

Except for a little football, Babe was TV free on both Saturday and Sunday. Hopefully I can make it through the week in the same way.

Oh, and I collected leaves from the church playground. That tree is much prettier than the trees we have out front (our back maple is getting pretty gorgeous, though). I arranged the leaves last night into what Geoff called dargon-leaf scales. I'll show the pic if interested.