last night was the weirdest in terms of sleep and dreams. for one thing, i fell asleep on the couch watching cartoons, then woke up at 1 a.m. normally this is not a big deal: i move myself to bed where i fall back asleep and everything is hunky dory. last night i found that going back to sleep wasn't an option (for whatever reason) and i ended up staying up until 5 a.m., and then fell asleep just in time for the boychik to wake me up getting ready for school. after he left i drifted off again, for the hour before the girlchild gets up to get ready for school. fun times. then i had a crazy dream about getting my lip re-pierced, in which i not only got my lip pierced, but also got two piercing in each cheek. for some reason we didn't have the hardware for my cheek piercings (!) so we were holding them open with fishing line. then i asked a guy who was evidently my brother to borrow his lip ring so i could get the fishing line out of my face, and he gave me this gorgeous inlaid wood and silver ring. however, his hands were disgusting (so dirty) and i spent a long time trying to find alcohol to sterilize everything before i put it in my face. did i mention this brother of mine was a hulking beast of a man, all gingery and bearded and nordic looking? very unlike anything my parents actually produced?
i admit, i always enjoy having dreams about brothers, because that was my one secret wish from childhood: an older brother.
now everyone is out of the house (work and school took them away) and i think it's time for a nice pot of tea, some knitting and slowing working up toward going to the gym. i was kind of naughty this weekend and ate both pizza and donuts, neither of which is going to help me fit into a smaller pair of pants, but i have been working out pretty steadily so i don't feel too bad. i probably should, but there's no use crying over eaten donuts, is there? nope. i'm not catholic anymore, i don't need that kind of guilt.