But it wasn't a bad dream

I dreamed last night that I had cancer and I had a month to live. All of my friends had stopped talking to me because they didn't want to watch it happening. In the end, I was living in my car because I had no place else to live, and even the people who were in charge of the park where I had parked didn't want me there.

I also dreamed about flocks of hummingbirds and tame rainbow lories that landed on my fingers when I held them out in front of me.

Last night seemed almost normal for me. I met robot_mel at the Curzon Mayfair (God, that neighborhood is so posh). The movie, Air Hostess, was totally comic - the women wanting the job were all so very dramatic, and there were catfights, and there were scenes that seemed like they were straight out of the department of tourism (all of the color shots of Singapore, Taiwan, and Bangkok were really gorgeous), and of course there was a calypso dance sequence because it was, oh, 1959 (shades of Damn Yankees). Afterwards she and I yacked and yacked about her life in Seattle, trying to figure out who all we knew in common besides the obvious (the one we almost agreed on was just too comic) and just yammering on in general about stuff as people who are meeting for the first time will. It did really feel like it could have been a conversation I'd had with someone at home, and I didn't feel nearly so much like I was in some movie about me, but more like I was just living my life. That was good.

In which I hit milestones

So yesterday I got an email that indicates I may now have my bank account. I'll find out for sure today over lunch.

AND - today I made it to work on time for the FIRST TIME.

Now all I need to do is make it through the day without the sack of bricks falling on me around 1 - 2 PM. Wish me luck with that - I'm tired of falling over dead in meetings.

OMG Moroccan chicken with squash and prunes is teh R0xx0r

Wow, that was such a good dinner. I basically mixed this recipe and this together, kind of improving all the way, so we had prunes and squash and dried apricots with turmeric, fresh garlic sauteed with onions, whole coriander and cumin seeds, some cinnamon, ginger powder, a little honey and God knows what else as there was a thing of "Moroccan spice" sitting in the cabinet and I coated the chicken with it before I fried it up (but not overcooking so the whole thing could simmer together for about 15/20 minutes while the couscous cooked and the chicken added its flavor to everything). Man, who would think squash could taste so good? We used a little orange cutie I picked up at the farmers's market last Thursday. I tossed some golden raisins and nutmeg in with the couscous. Damn! I probably could have served five people tonight ...