Floating Leaf

First of all, HAPPY BIRTHDAY to my favorite man:



Yes, this guy is 53 years old. Watch, world, and marvel.:D

Incidentally, I had a very nice Viggo dream this morning. Wherein he looked much like in this picture. It was a sexual dream, too (this hasn't happened in years, I think). Or, to be precise, a romantic erotic dream with some sex in it. We were sitting on a beach somewhere, talking and cuddling and laughing together... and then he was on top of me, and it definitely went "all the way" - though, strangely enough, I can't recall much of the actual sensation of it. Mostly just the feeling of emotional bliss at being as close to him as possible (yes, I'm a big old sap, I know this is ridiculous, and I don't care). It was a pretty vague dream, not an intensely sensual one, despite the content (which is a shame, really). Still very nice, nonetheless.;)

In less exciting news, I'm back to work after my vacation, and I have to say that I'm suffering from major "adjustment issues", or something. I mean, try getting up at 6:30 after a week of staying up till 1-2 a.m. and sleeping in till nine or ten. GRARGHHH. Plus, the weather went completely ballistic as if on cue, skipping the typical October-ish stuff and plunging straight into late November gloom.:/ I wore my winter jacket today, with a scarf and gloves. It was that cold. And it hasn't really stopped raining for the past three days. Just... UGLY. And there I sit at the office, after 3-4 hours of sleep (I just can't fall asleep early, despite my best attempts - and then the bloody squirrels outside wake me up at the crack of dawn with their mad scrambling around/screeching/grunting/whatever the fuck else it is they do to pass the time), fighting a losing battle to stay conscious. Fun, fun, fun.:/

Of course, I knew it was going to be tough coming back to the real world. My vacation was almost long enough to give me this blissful feeling of complete freedom with my time, which I had nearly forgotten... and I almost wish it stayed forgotten, because it hurts less if you don't know what you're missing.:P Btw, I found myself trying to do entirely too much on the last day - which included a spontaneous, unplanned shopping trip. I had thought of going to see another movie, but somehow didn't feel like it - so I told myself that I'd spent too much on those tickets already and that enough was enough. And then I promptly got rid of a hundred bucks at TJMaxx.:/ Mostlly on summer clothes, too (since they were on clearance). Yes, logical reasoning hasn't been my strongest point this week.

But I still haven't mentioned the last movie I saw. On Monday night. It was The Double Steps - a Spanish film about a French painter/writer (Francois Augieras), who lived in Algeria. I'd never heard of the artist in question, but the movie synopsis sounded interesting (delightfully enigmatic storyline that traverses centuries, continents and cultures), so I gave it a shot. And it definitely provided me with some new cultural perspectives, which I always appreciate. Though it was, indeed, very enigmatic. As an interesting aside: since I'd never heard of Augieras, I was also entirely unaware of the fact that he happened to be gay. The movie synopsis didn't mention this, so it played no part whatsoever in my decision to see it. I just thought it amusing, since the same thing happened last year: I picked a film for other reasons, having no clue that it was going to contain massive homosexual overtones. I just seem to attract the topic, somehow. *snort*

Also, on my last visit to the festival theater, I bought myself a souvenir. Yes, I decided to skip another movie, but somehow came to the conclusion that it was perfectly OK to spend ten bucks on a stupid coffee mug. *sigh* Or, in my case, tea mug, since I don't drink coffee. Anyway... here it is:



I am SO supporting the arts. Like any low-income retail therapy addict should, of course.;)

And with that, I bid you good night.