Ahh, the old familiar feeling of my own fingertips--after so many weeks of fake nails, its the real ones now that feel foreign. My desk lamp went out. It's the third lightbulb in less than two months that's burnt out. A strange train of events when you consider a previous mentioning of streetlights flickering out overhead. What to think? Today was an extremely long day--much like this past weekend, I just rolled from one place to the next. It was a really good weekend. Four days that felt like forever and, at the same time, not nearly long enough. Sometimes I feel like it takes CK and I a few days to really slip our feet into our good relationship shoes. I mean, things are always good between us, but there are different moments and feelings in relationships and I believe it takes us some time to remember how we act when we're with each other all the time. It's a different kind of hand holding, a different touch of good morning kiss, a different stride as we walk side by side. I'd write a poem about it, but trying defeats the intentions. I woke up from crazy dreams of reality at 8. I can't for the life of me remember what I was dreaming, even though the dream hung over me all morning as I tried to rationalize it. I only concluded to one thing, a mental reminder not to watch tv before bed, or else face the consequences of bizarre dreams, from which I shall wake up and wonder if I'm really waking up at all. At any rate, I got some work done, went to class, then budged my way through traffic on the 101 for my dermatologist appointment. New medication--how wonderful. Trial and error, said Dr. Love. Up to Scottsdale for nail appointment--I was ahead of schedule so I detoured at Saguaro where T and I decided that this Saturday would be the day of the reading of Thread, no matter what--finally. I walked over to the band hall but the doors were locked. Disappointed, I got back in my car went early to my appointment. Mom owed me some money on account of me buying the football tickets for parents weekend, so I went grocery shopping. We kid that the only reason I love seeing her so much is because she gives me food and money, but the known truth is that I'm just glad to be spending time with her, and fortunate I can do that pretty much whenever I want. I never understood why she didn't have time for much relaxation; couldn't quite understand why she was so adiment about unloading the dishwasher right when it was done, or mowing the lawn every morning even if it was 120 outside. When I got back to my dorm tonight, I finished unloading my groceries, putting away the clothes I had ripped off earlier in my rush to get to class, and somewhere between putting deviled eggs in the fridge and putting shoes in the closet, I ended up cleaning out the fridge and a few other things along the way. I had to throw away a tupper ware because the food was so past gone that I couldn't wash out the smell--which became the absolute answer to the day's lesson: Stay on top of things. My mother has drilled into me "Don't put off till tomorrow what you can do today" all my life, so you'd think I would have gotten it by now. I guess all I needed was rotten corn to really get it. Staying on top of things means taking care of all things--due dates, projects, family, even housework. After grocery shopping, I was late to dance class--got a good work-out getting there and also in the class. Afterwards, I got the expected call from Justin and Aaron; they had just come out of the movie Legend of Zorro and wanted to meet up. So I trecked further along and met them for dinner at good ol' Pita Pit. we chatted for a long time and it felt wonderful. I realize I often close my self to just a few select people, so to be talking to fresh faces was, well, refreshing! Not to mention I really like Aaron and Justin; they're good guys and we've all had interesting and binding friendships. Naturally I'm in the mood to write (can you tell?) but I think I'll get going on some more homework before I have my "fun". Tomorrow is Tuesday and I'm nearly done with my list of college chores. On to fight the biggies. Carrie