cimorene

i dreamed that my knee hurt so my parents took me to an emergency clinic, and they injected a whole lot of something in between the two pieces of the kneecap. this made it hurt a LOT more. i was in more pain in the dream than i've ever been [physically] in real life. they made me go to church anyway, and my mom was teaching a sunday school class, and she kept me there all day and all day all i could do was cry because it hurt so much. then she suddenly realized we'd been at the church for eight hours. 'oh my gosh,' she said to me, 'do you realize how long we've been here?' it was getting dark outside. 'how long?' i said hoarsely, in a little break from crying. 'nearly eight hours! it's six pm!' and i was very very pissed, and we went home and i was still crying, only now more because i had to walk. i wonder where my dad was for this part of the dream. otoh his knee actually has some sort of weight-bearing thingamajig wrong (bursitis?) so he wouldn't have been able to carry me. (except the first anxiety attack last year when i had to go to the emergency room--he carried me anyway then).

and yesterday, on a different subject, we talked on the phone for about two hours, consulting on the plot of my novel. it's a good thing for me that i have him and don't rely entirely on my betamander, because even though she means very well, no one, especially no one who is a freelance computer programmer, should do as much work as she does. hm. maybe i'll email her, though.

my new desktop sort of matches my new lj layout--same manipulations done to a different still from the same video, with the icons shrunken, buttons white, title bars hot pink, and the titles in a graffiti font. and all the menus in redensek. it makes me ridiculously happy to look at, sort of like my lavendar notepad for creative writing.

also gip: no one wanted it yesterday and i just couldn't stand it. angsty!baby!harry. now if only someone would take dobby ::sniffle::.