Minor occurences of synchronicity this week:

I dream two nights ago that I was pregnant and was concerned that the abortion would hurt like a Pap smear (if only!). Today, I an editing an article about pill-induced abortions.

I pulled out a chapter of an abandoned book that wasn't working, reworked it, named it "Perfect Skin," and sent it off to a small internet review. The next day, I turn on my internet radion station and behold, Lloyd Cole's "Perfect Skin" is playing.

I had an appointment at the Red Cross tonight (which I may have to cancel because I still have a cold, it seems). I discovered a friend of mine has an appt on Saturday; I had no idea she was a donor.


Why is it I never see my blog as one of the blogs most recently update when I publish? Even if my post time matches the update time, I am never in the fray. I think it's a conspiracy.

I dreamt all night of typing some sort of complicated HTML code that I was convinced was going to streamline my web site. Every time I'd wake up I'd think, "why the hell am I dreaming that? I need to REST" after which I'd fall back asleep and ploddingly enter the code again. I need to take a computer vacation. This addiction is almost as bad as my one for toffee-coated peanuts (which only Safeway sells, bastards).