Dwight just got up on the bed with me, chilled for a while, and then got up abruptly with the air of just having thought of something, then jumped off, got his antler, and jumped back on the bed to chew. I love that he has his own schedule for his day: after lunch, lay at attention at foot of bed to protect Mom from the thunderstorm, while chewing on my antler so I won't get bored. If there weren't a thunderstorm going on, I suspect he would be cuddled up beside me in a ball, napping.

I don't think I've ever blogged about a dream but this one last night was a doozy.

In the dream, I could feel a ringworm on my neck behind my ear--not just the scaly redness that ringworm is in reality, but what ringworm sounds like: a bumpy, hard raised ring. But my whole neck felt numb, and I kept asking Aaron, "How bad is it? How many do I have?" And he looked really scared when he told me it was the whole right side of my neck.

Ugh. Scary.

By the way, there is this guy at the library computers near me that has a compulsive sniffing thing. He has been here all night and it's driving me crazy.

I'm reading next week's lectures while I'm stuck here working at the library, and I just have to say--I can't stand it when people who have graduate degrees (M.D., PhD), and are therefore supposed to have a certain amount of intelligence, don't know or care about the proper use of punctuation, or the correct way to spell everyday words.

Find the spelling mistake in the following:
"Extension of sclerosis into subacutis and deep fascia results in bound down skin, i.e. the skin looses its normal mobility..."

The guy spells "loses" like my loser boyfriend in high school did. And my loser boyfriend had to drop out of school and take his GED to get his high school degree.
Gah!!

I am not ashamed to say that I made an angry slash mark through the extra "o".

Last night, Aaron and I stopped at Central Market to get some more raw pumpkin seeds to feed the gerbils, and I picked up a bottle of Frank's Hot Sauce for $.99 that I've been wanting ever since I saw a certain ramen recipe online. So I was finally able to have bomb ass Prison Pad Thai, which ended up being delicious, and made me really happy because the whole time, I was thinking that I was eating exactly what some faceless guy (devo), at Marion County Prison in Oregon may have eaten sometime in the past two weeks.