1. I dreamt about babies last night. Having one of my own, to be exact. It was a very good dream. I don't know if this is nature's way of reminding me that my clock has begun to tick. Baby fever is upon me once again. Alas for that damn novel that needs to be written before I start settling down. Babies are going to have to wait.
2. I am excited (nervous) for the divisionals this weekend. We haven't seen Cowboys play too solid of a game in a few weeks, so I'm a bit nervous, esp with TO out and the Giants on a strong streak. Speaking of, for work, I might get to go to Phoenix for pre-Superbowl activities (we're planning an event). In the process, I spoke to a guy who also happens to have 10 Super Bowl tickets in his hand (purchased at $275 a piece). I started doing my best friendly flirtation....
3. I started reading Tree of Smoke again, but damn, it's hard to be away from a book for so long. I've nearly forgotten what happened in the first 300 pages. I promised myself no new books until I've finished this and (ugh) Umberto Eco though. I hate lingering books. It's shameful, really.
4. My Sarah Lawrence app is due next Tuesday. I haven't touched it. I have three essays to write. I'm sort of screwed. I figure I'll spend the weekend writing it, and hopefully Monday I can do overnight mail. Hopefully it's postmarked by, but I guess I'm getting down to the wire either way. So irresponsible of me!
Okay, bye for now.