I had reserved today to buy new furniture for the family room. I decided that since I'm about ready to head out the door to order the couches and chairs and tables and such, I probably should have done a better quality drawing of the room than the one I did on the back of a Chinese menu. Maybe I should even measure the dimensions of the room. I have a nagging thought that this might have been what's gotten me in trouble in the past (at least related to furniture; I cannot blame other trouble on not measuring). I downloaded a **FREE TRIAL** version of something called Smart Draw to create the floor plan. (Theory on names of software packages: Just like you don't eat at Mom's Diner, you shouldn't believe the "Smart", "Quick", "Easy", or "Intelli-" portions of the name of any piece of software.) I have visions of this download having infected my laptop with the computer version of leprosy - parts will start dropping off with sickening speed and other pieces will grow new appendages that are lumpy and warty. If I don't post ever again, it's because my electronic self has been overrun by the virus from beyond.

Movies: Comic Book Villains. Lots of interesting actors and a style of movie that I always like (over-dubbed narration by one of the characters). Sort of "Very Bad Things" among comic book fanatics. Generally reviled among reviewers, but not as bad as all that.

Dreams: I was talking to my husband over a chain link fence about how I didn't know if the weather was supposed to be hot or cold. I was apparently confused about what season it was in the dream and wasn't sure if the hot weather was to be expected or not. The dream segued to a big old station wagon (there was one in the movie I watched last evening) - I was driving a couple of kids and their grandparents back to their hotel after a day at a park with big evergreens. They had all just eaten, which disappointed me because I wanted to get something to eat. Another change of location to somewhere like work. I had on a really ugly plain white cotton long-sleeved dress with some sort of plasticky material around the cuffs and hem. The sides of the dress were slit up rather high, which didn't seem consistent with the frumpish nature of the dress itself. I saw a man I've with for years and he commented on my weight loss, and I noted (siltently) that he had shaved his head. My brain was doing housekeeping of the yuckiest kind - sweeping up all that mental gunk that's the equivalent of what I don't want to know about under the refrigerator.