And there was much rejoicing...

LOVE to all!

So today, Wednesday, is Latin Dance day at the UFC! 6:30 pm, aerobic room B (over by the pool.) You KNOW you want to be there! (Esp. since I don't have a partner!) ;)

Aww... Freya is all cuddled up next to me. What a sweet puppy. =)

I had the weirdest dream last night. My sink was this sort of robotic machine thing, and while I was trying to wash dishes, the disposal was trying to eat them!
Then, magically (I think this must have been a different REM period) I was taking a trip with my dad's side of the family down to Mobile, which magically looked a whole lot bigger than I remember. Ben Tucker was there. We hung out. Very strange.

Well, I'd best go get ready for my dr. appt. There is lots of love for everyone!! And pie. Love and pie.

Evil stabbity death!

*incoherent rage*

Hokay. So. Imagine you're a psychiatrist. A patient comes in seven minutes late for a twenty-minute appointment. You usually only spend five minutes per patient anyway. Do you:
A) See the patient in your remaining 13 minutes.
B) Ask the patient if there are any problems, and reschedule for later if there aren't. (Keeping in mind this is a *psychiatrist* so lots of pts DO have problems!)
C) Tell the patient to shove off and come back in three weeks.

Well, if you're my doctor, you don't give a damn that I sleep for 13 hours at a stretch, nap during the day, feel like crap most of the time and haven't had an orgasm in three months. And the drugs I'm on were recently shown to cause sucidal ideation in a lot of patients. And I have these strange compulsions to stab Dr. Gannuch...

But three more weeks of that won't kill me.

On a happier note, I get to sing tomorrow. =)

And Latin Dance class tonight rocked! Now I can salsa! =) WE NEED MEN!!! COME LEARN TO DANCE!!!

Love for all!