Lundi

Don't you love it when you wake up feeling foxy? Not necessarily because you're having a good hair day, or because your skin is clear, but just a feeling of pleasant attractiveness. That is a happy day indeed. It makes me wish I had something important to go do. I am thinking about making some muffins. . . But that's not really what I was thinking.

I keep having dreams about David Bowie, wherein he is invariably pissed off at me. The first one I had was this past February, but they've cropped up again recently. He appears each time in a different one of his creative phases. No matter how he's dressed, he's always vaguely unpleasant and disdainful, and yet I keep fighting for his attention in these dreams. . . it's very weird. The first one was very reminiscent of his appearance in Labyrinth, or "One of my favorite movies of all time." Big glam-esque hair, long sweeping coat-- in the dark, I chased him down a million steep stairs that eventually opened out onto a plaza with tons of tiny lights and I never caught up. He was always sneering over his shoulder at me. The most recent one, he appeared as the Thin White Duke. Very dapper indeed. He seduced me, then ridiculed my sexual performance. As long as he never enters my dreams as The Man Who Fell to Earth, I guess it'll be alright. But my feelings really are hurt by his cruelty! :)

I haven't made any real attempts to find a new job, but I plan to today. It's just very difficult to find the types of jobs I'm cut out for in this area of the country. I have come to the conclusion that I am fit for a job in an artistic sector of the corporate world. Any ideas?