Berfday party reminder

opaljax is reserving us some table space at McCoy's on Saturday, Aug. 26 circa 7 p.m. for birthday celebrations. If you'd like to come along, please rsvp to her (see her post here).

Following, we'll be going to Missie B's for some drag goodness.

No silly outfits required. No birthday presents required, either, in case that's your particular drama. See you there, maybe. :)

Berfday party reminder

opaljax is reserving us some table space at McCoy's on Saturday, Aug. 26 circa 7 p.m. for birthday celebrations. If you'd like to come along, please rsvp to her (see her post here).

Following, we'll be going to Missie B's for some drag goodness.

No silly outfits required. No birthday presents required, either, in case that's your particular drama. See you there, maybe. :)

I miss you, full night's sleep.

Despite the fact that I hauled my sorry arse into bed about 10 p.m. last night, the fabled 7-8 hours of solid sleep still eluded me. This is becoming a trend. It's always something. I wake up because I'm thirsty. I wake up because I have to pee. I wake up because the kids in the next room are fucking. I wake up becaue the kids in the next room are fighting. I wake up because I have nightmares. I wake up because the person in the bed with me rolls over. I wake up because there's a cricket singing Right Next To My Fucking Head. I wake up for no discernible reason at all.

At least, though, I did get rid of the cricket. It's now happily singing under J's bed instead of mine. And, since J and M were yelling about who was bored and whose fault that was at 1-2 a.m. last night (and woke me up, duh), I can't say I mind that the cricket has taken up residence with them all that much.

When I did get to sleep, I had a dream that I had left my job to teach in a pagan school. (They offered to pay me $10 an hour, since I was part of the coven.) I was with the littlest ones (the age group was probably 5-6, they were called The Spiders). I was taking over for triadruid, who had been the Spiders' substitute teacher. I was given a couple of textbooks for my curriculum: one was like the Circle Round songbook or some similarly brightly-colored large-format text. The other had the same picture on the cover as my copy of Pete Carroll's Liber Null and Psychonaut, but the title was "The Darkening of Feminism". I was wondering exactly what it was that I was supposed to teach The Spiders about feminism, or darkening, and there was nobody there to tell me. Ah well.

I miss you, full night's sleep.

Despite the fact that I hauled my sorry arse into bed about 10 p.m. last night, the fabled 7-8 hours of solid sleep still eluded me. This is becoming a trend. It's always something. I wake up because I'm thirsty. I wake up because I have to pee. I wake up because the kids in the next room are fucking. I wake up becaue the kids in the next room are fighting. I wake up because I have nightmares. I wake up because the person in the bed with me rolls over. I wake up because there's a cricket singing Right Next To My Fucking Head. I wake up for no discernible reason at all.

At least, though, I did get rid of the cricket. It's now happily singing under J's bed instead of mine. And, since J and M were yelling about who was bored and whose fault that was at 1-2 a.m. last night (and woke me up, duh), I can't say I mind that the cricket has taken up residence with them all that much.

When I did get to sleep, I had a dream that I had left my job to teach in a pagan school. (They offered to pay me $10 an hour, since I was part of the coven.) I was with the littlest ones (the age group was probably 5-6, they were called The Spiders). I was taking over for triadruid, who had been the Spiders' substitute teacher. I was given a couple of textbooks for my curriculum: one was like the Circle Round songbook or some similarly brightly-colored large-format text. The other had the same picture on the cover as my copy of Pete Carroll's Liber Null and Psychonaut, but the title was "The Darkening of Feminism". I was wondering exactly what it was that I was supposed to teach The Spiders about feminism, or darkening, and there was nobody there to tell me. Ah well.