so I was in the middle of dreaming when I woke up at eleven this morning - the REM cycle ended whilst I was mid-conversation with somebody I now can't recall to be anything corporeal. I got up, I put on the same blue jeans I wore yesterday and the day before [only to switch back to these black basketball shorts I slept in], bowl of Rice Krispies, meandered around Facebook - stalked some friends, made some friends, lost some friends, eliminated competing mafia bosses.

watched Toy Story with Danny, twice - Mom took Ryan back to the store to exchange his red power ranger costume for a larger one [it was "squeezing his butt"] - and watched him fall asleep on the couch. facebooked.

ate a hot dog and some chicken salad for lunch, picked at fatty pot roast leftover in the fridge, but didn't consume any, got lactose intolerance sickness real intolerable-like, facebooked.

I should be studying, or applying for jobs [I've filled out 10 so far this week], or sketching designs for my next series of paintings.
my muse is rather exhausted, however, due to a bout of "overthinking" I've been putting myself through. Saturday psychology classes are the highlight of my week, but boy, do they make my brain hurt.

criminology term paper due november 19.
want to see Where the Wild Things Are
and Paranormal Activity.