| September 29th; a train to Calcutta | |
Last night's dream: I dreamed that Shannon and I were staying in London somewhere in a seedy room. It was sunny out (which is so not London!). We'd been out seeing something and we were coming back, only to find Rich in our room waiting for us. He had only a little time left in London, he explained, and wanted to see us before he left. I hugged him, and it was so real—a body-memory of hugging him. He and I were talking in low voices, and then Shannon started stomping around, and saying that you needed to leave to catch his plane and was I coming along to catch the train? I asked you where you were leaving from, and he said Calcutta. I said, "isn't that in India?" you said, "Duh!" So I said, When's your flight, and he told me it was tomorrow night. I was confused because I thought it must take more than a day to go from London to Calcutta. "Should I bring my stuff?" I asked, and you said, "I don't care, let's go!" So I grabbed my bag and we went. Outside there was a family with a cart that all of them and their horse was riding on. The horse came down the canvas stairs and ran away. and then I woke up.
So this morning I changed the font tags on the site to include Helvetica, so I can now see the site the way it was meant to be viewed on my Mac at home. Also, I made up a bunch of banners for Chris, who doesn't have Photoshop or access to the number of fonts that I do. i'm also working on completing the Kris section of this site, but unless I get a bunch of free time today, it won't get done till the next time I have a chance to stay at work late. I need to update it, a lot, as well as add a couple of sections.
"You're movin' through rough waters motel boy,
Sounds: REM, New Adventures in Hi Fi Words: Golden Slippers, Ruby Tears edited by Terri Windling and Eileen Datlow GigaPet: "Dor L" O years, 3 lbs Nails: Left hand, denim blue, right hand, light metallic green, toes natural.
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