use your hands for balance.

i dreamt this morning that i was watching teen finals on jeopardy, & one of the kids got pissed off at alex trebek & climbed up the big jeopardy sign & disappeared & later came back with a huge steam-roller type truck & plowed down the whole set. woah.

i also dreamt that i was getting married to elliot. there were all these people from the baptist church i had to go to while growing up. i was wearing a tie. elliot was wearing a lot of bracelets & bangles & bands around his wrists, like all the way up to his elbows. my mom stood & read from a prepared speech that talked about me in boy pronouns & didn't use my old name. my dad was rendered speechless by this news, & all the baptist church people became very distraught: crying, fainting in the pews, etc. elliot & i were totally bewildered. we stood in the aisle sort of clutching each other & staring around & wondering if the wedding would ever be able to proceed, & then i woke up.

wtf?

the gre is over, to my great relief. i made no-chicken noodle soup last night, from scratch. it's clementine season but the crates at the grocery store looked gross. i hope new shipments arrive soon so i can begin my winter trend of eating at least four clementines a day. i finally got new neighbors downstairs. my dad sent me a sweet letter. the end.