mamajoan

I had a really scary dream last night. I won't describe it in detail, but suffice it to say there was a serial killer after me and even The Rock was powerless to protect me. For once, in a dream, I *wasn't* Buffy or any other superhero, just regular old me. I guess having The Rock in the dream makes it automatically sound silly, but it wasn't; it was really scary and freaky. (Why did my subconscious throw The Rock in there anyway?? Perhaps because he has replaced Arnold Schwarzenegger as the quintessential strongman in pop-culture consciousness.)

Last night my throat felt scratchy and my coughing sounded more serious. (I've been coughing a lot lately from being congested, but I hadn't worried about it since they say it's normal during pregnancy.) I started to worry that I was coming down with something and that my stomach-upset of the past weekend might have been a symptom. So I had soup and went to bed slightly early. I think I feel better today, knock on wood.

I'm all excited because I'm getting ready to call RCN and sign up for a phone/cable-TV/cable-modem package. Now that I'll be working from home a bit -- and more when chickpea arrives -- I need a faster connection than dinky little 56K! And RCN has a pretty good package for about $103/month, which is not much more than I currently pay for those three services separately. I just gotta call the lady back and find out how soon I can get an installation appointment, and then I gotta get myself an Ethernet card, and then I probably ought to clean up my apartment at least enough so that the installation guy can, like, get to the computer. ;) Man, is my apartment a disaster zone right now. But that's a topic for another day. Or possibly never.

Happy birthday

glamsith! And a belated one to

velcroswench! I totally forgot to call my friend Dave on his birthday this past Saturday. :( I only remembered belatedly because my mom wished me a happy International Women's Day, and I immediately thought of Dave and went "oh crap!" So I left him a message last night. Ah well. His birthday was a Saturday; he was probably out partying all day anyway. ;)

Now to work, and to try to figure out why I'm in such a good mood for the second day in a row. Weird. ;)