Good morning scale. 68 pounds gone.

The weekend was cranky with both Jeff and I having allergies and then forgeting to eat and then getting more cranky.

We met Brian at the new Gallery Place movie theater to see The Grudge, which was scary, but a crap movie. The three of us kept bracing for the next scare. We all talked alittle during the movie, which made it fun. Usually a no no, but this one needed it.

If I would have made this movie, I would have waited until like the last act and then turned the Sarah Michelle Gellar character into who we are all thinking she is: Buffy. ANd then Buffy would have called Giles and kicked that ghost's ass. Memo to SMG: you can't be anyone other than Buffy. Sorry. It is too late. Embrace it. Be Buffy.

I am working on some new art pieces, this time for real. They are spread out on the living room floor and Jeff keeps checking for glue or paint in the carpet. I have been a good girl about that so far, though. They might be added to the store tomorrow.

I dreamt the other night that I was flying over the ocean. Perhaps this is about my trip to London. But I am afraid of underwater, so I kept worrying I would dip into the water. I wish I knew what this stupid fear came from. I hate fear. It is the most useless thing. But there is this place past fear that I talk about alot, that I totally love. I love the thing just beyond fear. Next time you are afraid, try to get past it and let me know what you find.

My research into Kindergarten teacher-hood has had mixed results. People who I talk to either say it is the best thing in the world, or the worst thing in the world. Ugh, more research.

Special shout out to Ashley and Jessica for their recent amazing emails that made me happy cry. Lovely. If I haven't written you back, yet, know that I am about to. It is amazing how giving some people can be. Thank you.

Today's colors are orange and blue. Two oranges and two blues. I look like a candy wrapper.