Adrian

You know you're having a weird dream when the most normal part of it is that Paul Gross is in it and he's naked. Maybe it's good that I don't remember the rest of the dream.

Today at work, I got to try a chai latte and it was really good. I've never been a big fan of chai tea, but I liked this one. I'm going to have to be careful when the weather gets cooler. :-)

I'm beginning to hate my muse for the current SGA fic I'm working on. I had started quite some time ago and then dropped it because it didn't feel like it had enough direction.

Well, I dusted it off not too long ago along with a few other things to see if I could finish it and as I did so, revised what I had (which was about 4000 words) to make it better. I finished that, did an outline for it, and set it aside to move on to prepping some other things. When I picked it up the other day to actually start writing it, I revised it *again* to flesh a few things out and change a couple other things to bring it more in line with what I was imagining for the story. Then while I was brainstorming about it at work, I decided that it would actually work better from Carson's POV than John's - which meant *more* revisions when I sat down to work on it tonight. Oy vey! But I think it's in a much better place now, so that makes me happy. I just don't want to have to revise this section until I'm done my first draft.

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I hope that after watching the rest of Hellboy 2 tonight, the same thing doesn't happen as Sunday night. Sunday night, I finished watching Forbidden Kingdom right before bed. Then I had a dream that Jackie Chan had somehow been invited to my grandparents' house for Thanksgiving dinner and that he and I were friends. And then somewhere along the way in our ensuing adventures, he turned into Hal Ozsan.

The dogsitting went well. Well, really it was petsitting, since she also has two cats. It was kind of like a vacation without leaving home. I was able to get a fair amount of writing done (which makes me insanely happy considering I've basically written zilch for over a month), even if one of the fics I'm currently working on is not at all what I expected.

Though, on the other hand, I will be glad to sleep in my own bed tonight, since I haven't done it in over a week.

The Gin Game has been going quite well and I've been enjoying the whole experience. (Though, I feel kind of bad for admitting that I'm bored with the play.)

Did rent Her Minor Thing, which stars Christian Kane and Michael Weatherly. Enjoyed it immensely.


Had a really weird dream this morning before I woke up. In it, my family was quite well-to-do and larger than it really is (or maybe they were cousins or something, I just know we were related), and all the women were running around like crazy and taking measurements and stuff to get me fitted for a new swimsuit because I was going to be meeting Rodney McKay, who I was supposed to be hooking up with for whatever reason, at either a pool party or a water park - it was unclear and just that there was a lot of people. So, wearing my new swimsuit, I walked past him and he blatantly looked me over. Then I turned around and came back to him and said, "So, do you like what you see?"

Then I woke up.

Yesterday I ended up going to visit some family with my dad and my grandparents. I had been kind of ambivelant about going - not that I don't like seeing them or anything because I do, it's just that part of me was doing the whole, "I'd like to go, but I also want to stay home and get x, y, and/or z done." But I'm glad I went - got to see them, my dad got some pictures of the town that my grandparents grew up in and that he was born in, and I got to see the outside of the house where my great-grandmother lived - who I actually vaguely remember from when I was little. My dad, our cousin, and I also went to this baker who's shop is maybe two blocks over from my Grammy's brother's house, and we got some fresh Italian bread - literally right out of the oven - for lunch.

We also went to Cabela's because my dad and grandfather wanted to look for some fishing lures or something. It's like the Ikea of the outdoorsman. I even had an "OMGWTF! Polar bear!" moment because there was not one, but two polar bears as part of their game display. (And they had a wide variety of animals stuffed and either mounted or on display *all* *over* the place. Plus, an aquarium.)

And then this morning, I had a *very* nice dream, which I'm partly attributing to nakedwesley and her fic. And in the dream I was helping out with this program with Atlantean kids and this one kid in particular to put some peanut butter on a piece of bread. Then John comes over and he's like, "Come here", so I follow him to a more private spot and he starts kissing me. Quite a nice way to wake up.

And I've been *so* suckered into SG-1. I've seen up through the season 3 episode "Shades of Grey" and I've been enjoying it lots.

Still not very far on Atlantis, but that's because Blockbuster.com decided to send me the first disc of Firefly next instead of disc 2 of season 1 of Atlantis. But, on the upside, at least now I'll have my disc back. I had accidentally sent in my copy of Firefly disc 1 back in the beginning of August (which was *seven* months ago), and when I realized what I had done, I got on right away and told them through the "DVD Issues" section what the problem was (using the option of "I sent back a personal disc") and I never heard anything from them. So I put it on my list to see if I could maybe get it back that way. You'd think that if something like this has a possibility of happening, and has done so at least once, then they'd have a way to fix it. But I guess that that would make too much sense.

So I'm hoping to get more SGA soon. But I have liked what I've seen. And especially John and Rodney's excitement over the shield. Rodney, grinning - "He shot me!" John, also grinning - "In the leg."

As of 1:48, I now have 1200 minutes until I go to LA. Yay! Maybe I should go pack now. :0)

I had a sad thought last night. As I was getting off line, I was looking at the cover of the "At Any Cost" soundtrack, which has Glenn Quinn in the foreground of the picture and for a second, I thought, that'd be really cool if he'd be there so I could meet him. Then I remembered he died a little over two months ago :0(

But I'm still going to LA! Yay! At this point, I don't think anything can get me down.

I had a strange dream right before I woke up. All I remember is shards of a broken glass on the floor, and my friend Richie putting a dollop of whipped cream on my nose with his finger. Go figure. :0P