I had a somewhat disconcerting start to my day. At the end of last week, I decided that I had to start to distance myself emotionally from someone I'm quite fond of. It just seems to me that he doesn't have room, nor seems willing to make room, for li'l ole me in his life. OK, sure it hurts because, like I said, I've grown quite fond. So after a good 30 hours of working to make my peace with the situation, he decides to make an appearance in my dream this morning. He hasn't bothered to guest star in my dreams in AGES, but today, after I had put up my hands and accepted the fact that this friendship was too lonely and I needed to get on with it...there he is in this restaurant I'm at with some other friends. Suddenly a dessert shows up that I DID NOT order and the waitress is making me eat it (as in shoving it in my mouth). Much as I love confections, I'm protesting that I did not order it and demanding to know where it came from. She points to him and hands me a bunch of roses with a note (his handwriting) that professes his profound affection for me. Well, crap!

For once, I'm grateful for the alarm going off and interrupting my dream.

This reappearing angst makes me get up with a low-grade tension headache, but I had photography class and wanted to get there early and see if I could develop my roll of film before the instructor gave his lecture.

I got to the school around 8:15 but the instructor wasn't there yet (class starts at 9:00 a.m. but he usually doesn't start the lecture until 9:10). I can't grumble too much because he comes from about 90 miles away (one way!) and usually gets to the school quite early. But he turned up a few minutes later so I got right to work. I was determined to get that roll of film developed and in the drying cabinet before the lecture started, even if I had to bend time to do it! In that, I was successful. However, when I went to collect the film after the lecture, there was schmootz all over it. I think now I know what happened: I thought I had torn more of the end of the roll off than I did. In fact, I really didn't tear the end off at all, just pulled the spool off and the schmootz was the adhesive from the tape at the end of the roll. Oh well, most of it washed off and I was able to complete my assigned prints and get them turned in. I am going to want to re-shoot the portraits, I'm sure. But for now, they were Just Good Enough.

After class was a stop at Trader Joe's for the week's groceries. The lines were non-existant when I got inside and thought, "this won't be so bad!" WRONG!!! By the time I had filled my little hand basket, the lines were several people deep, most of them with shopping carts filled to overflowing. Gah! So, as a reward for my patience, I treated myself to a Java Chip Frappucino.

Back home, I caught up on a couple of emails that I owed people and did some of my homework. Then I decided I needed to walk off some of the angst from that rather jarring dream this morning. After that Java Chip Frappucino and a big glass of water, I thought I'd be sufficiently fueled for the 3 mile route I had in mind.

About .50 miles into the walk, I realized that the Frappucino was wearing off. Fast. At .75 miles the limbs were rubbery. But I soooooooo did not want to turn back, so I decided that I'd carry on as planned, but when I got to the 1/2 way point, I'd go into Safeway and grab some water and a banana or something. I was feeling pretty rocky by then, but I grabbed a PowerBar and a Vitamin Water (and 2 packets of gummy bears...menstrual craving and tomorrow's Monday and school work all that). I started eating the PowerBar as soon as I got out the door and by the time I walked the block or so back to the shoreline, I felt so much better. I sat and looked at the water and finished the PowerBar and drank some of the Vitamin Water and was able to nearly jog the 1.5 miles back home.

So, now I'm showered, the furkids are fed (and so is Georges, the Betta fish) and as I type Simon is in his post-supper-food-coma snoring away over my shoulder. After I hit POST here, it's on to more homework, some household chores and supper. That walk wore me out good, so I should sleep well tonight. Unless a certain someone decides to invade my peace again.