first entry. blanu says I should write about what I did today.
This morning I woke after a few hours' sleep from a
fascinating dream. I dreamed that a friend of mine and
I got married. A friend I have never met, who in fact
lives on the other side of the world, but who occupies
more than his share of my brainspace nonetheless. In fact,
he was different in the dream from the way I imagine him.
But the key was that he and I were getting married.
And his parents ran the whole ceremony, which didn't bother
me in that I've never had fantasies about my wedding day --
that whole part of the "being a girl" thing, along with
several others, seems to have passed me by. Thank God.
But it did bother me that his parents were running things
in that I was concerned about some of their choices,
like the way that the two of them and the groom were
all bouncing on red and yellow inflatable exercise balls
while I walked up the aisle. That seemed a bit odd to me,
and I wished I had been consulted. I would have chosen
something a bit more dignified.

I've dreamed of getting married at least once before that I
remember, and both then and today the dream-me was worried,
afraid I might not be doing the right thing.

I woke up thinking this would be a good thing. I've been
stalking my friend online all day to tell him about it, but
he's off having fun with a visitor. But he will return.
I know it.

After the dream I wrote in my paper journal and then rode
to work, my twice-daily 7.2 miles. And I actually got
something done at work today after two days of lethargy
and struggle.


I don't know how this journal will go over time.
But I have decided to write here about my goals as I
identify them. So here is one really important goal that
I identified a few months ago.

I have decided that in the next five years I will be an
expatriate, for at least six months. And I want to stay
at my current job for probably two years, so I had best
get to work on finding a way to get to another country.

Yours in Rampaging Lizardhood.

Jillzilla