Some days, all you can really ask for is not to have any serious drama. Luckily, this was just such a day.

Not that things have necessarily improved on the work front, or for that matter the interpersonal front, but at least it wasn’t a high-drama day like yesterday. I’d like for this to be the start of a trend, but then again I’m not that much of an optimist…

In the future, I shall endeavor to keep firmly in mind that eating the bite-sized Tootsie Rolls while engaged in an activity that may involve laughter could be hazardous to my health.

I choked on one of the damned things tonight. That, friends, was one of the scariest experiences of my recent lifetime. Being almost unable to breathe? Not fun at all. I was wheezing and panicking. It took a couple of minutes and half a glass of water to get over the worst of it, and my throat’s still a bit hoarse several hours later.

More of that kind of excitement I can do without, thank you muchly.

Well, instead of watching people skate on ice, we nearly skated ourselves… for about ten seconds before we decided that it would be sheerest folly to attempt an on-foot transit from the house to the MAX station.

Oh well. I hope the others had fun. We stayed home and played City of Heroes. (What else were we going to do, eh?)

This ice can be gone any time now, thankyouverymuch.

Mari will be picking me up shortly so we can head up to Seattle and abscond with Dawn for the weekend. Why, you ask? Because Mari picked up more tickets for the ice skating thing, and she knew Dawn really wanted to see the show. And, of course, because Mari Is The Coolest ™.

Wish us luck, safe driving, and clear weather. See you later!

In the future, let us consider that when one’s trying to catch up on sleep and, in fact, get enough good sleep to be at all functional the next day, how about not spending the whole night in a series of creepy nightmares about demonic curses and alien invasion?

Why? Oh, just because…

Full points to my subconscious for creativity, mind you. The curse sequence was complex and bore a kind of slow-building dread that you find only in the best horror movies, and the alien invasion sequence was rather subtle. It was my job to figure out if the aliens could be trusted, and by the time the alarm went off I wasn’t quite sure that they were here with evil intent. The gist of it seems to be that they studied humanity very closely in order to most effectively come off as having all of the best of our ideals, but it seemed a little bit too perfect.

Anyway. Fun dreams (okay, the demonic part wasn’t much fun) but still, the sort of thing you wake up from a lot during the night. Argh. Who needs sleep?

You know it’s a good, solid Monday when it takes not one, not two, but at least four cups to get you through the day.

I’m on my fourth, and may not be done yet.

Is it any wonder I keep telling my friends to buy me hot cocoa mix whenever there’s an imminent gift-giving occasion? Currently I’m enjoying the Gourmet du Village Double Chocolate Truffle mix Mari got me a while ago. Earlier it was some of the Starbucks “seasonal-only” Cinnamon Cocoa from Dawn. (Sadly, I’m now all out of the Peppermint. Waah!)

Mmmmm. Cocoa.