Ok, lots of things to talk about.
Em left. Her mom flew in Wednesday and they left bright and early Thursday morning. I'm sad. Of course, I'm sad. But I know she's happy. I guess I'm happy to not share a bathroom for the next two months. :) But that's about it.
I was invited to an Oscar party by the Wolfs in San Mateo. Starts at 5pm sharp tomorrow evening. I might be taking the train, but I also might be driving, depending on when Mom gets back from Atascadero. Mom and I debated on whether I should dress-up or not. I should probably not go in jeans and T-shirt, but perhaps clean jeans, boots and a cute top or sweater. As long as I'm comfy. So, I'll have pictures and update for everyone after tomorrow night.
I had a dream last night that I had a cat that could talk to me and loved to wrap itself around my neck, like a scarf. The scarf part was probably the way I was sleeping. You know, my arms and comforter up around my neck or something like that. But the fact that it was a cat and it talked to me.... Still curious about that. And I can't really remember what it said either. My dreams have been weird lately. I dreamt I was married to Clive Owen, but we lived in 1920's Paris and he performed as a naked bohemian poet or something like that. And he kept having affairs with other women like Jennifer Love Hewitt. True, the being married to Clive Owen was the better part of the dream. But why we lived in 1920's Paris and the naked thing... no idea what that means.
Really, I'd prefer to have simple dreams like when I was a kid: falling super slowly from my childhood home's balcony. That was a nice dream. And the falling part means something. But I'm falling slowly and it feels nice. Comfortable.
It's cold outside. I'm going to a party with Kim and Devon. Another one of Devon's neuroscience interview shindigs. Last time, they had fondue and strawberries. And of course, yummy alcoholic drinks. Hopefully, it'll be the same or better tonight. Speaking of, time to get dressed.