And apparently, it's NEVER over.

After a longish and restful absence, an ex-lover has been reappearing in my dreams recently. For the love of me, please, get out of my head already! I've buried you under a thick pile of numb resignation, stop haunting me, and take your girlfriend with you. I could be spending that time with Snoop Dogg, a bag of donuts, giant leaping bugs...anything else, feeling something new. Sometimes I pray for permanent memory loss, or maybe a lobotomy.

And babies. I keep dreaming of babies. I'm having them, I'm holding them, and they all have the wobbliest little baby heads ever, so I have to work overtime to keep their swaying little baby noggins from snapping off their rubbery little baby necks. I don't know what it means. If my biological clock is ticking, I can't hear it, and it wouldn't do me any good right now if I could. I'm not one of those women who goes crazy for babies. Don't get me wrong, babies are nice. I hear they taste like chicken. Someday I will probably have one, and be happy about it. Til then, it does me no good to keep dreaming about them and their poorly-supported heads.

Also? I programmed this semi-slick little expanding menu for a new website I'm working on. Yay, me. Except it only works as desired in one browser. And differently in all the others. And just flat-out wrong in the most popular browser of all. I am using style sheets, I am following the W3C standards, I am offering ritual sacrifices to the web gods, it doesn't seem to matter. I want to cry. Over this, over that, and just in general.

Bleah.

On a happier note, I went on a cooking binge last night. I made chili, quiche, and the beginnings of a chocolate cake. (Did you know that if you overmicrowave chocolate, it turns a completely different, completely unusable texture? Well now I do.) And a sandwich. All because I ran out of "good" food last weekend and the thought of having to eat Top Ramen again made me panic. I could easily become obsessed with this cooking thing, which doesn't bode well, as that means burnout and total disinterest can't be far behind. Thus, I must exercise some restraint, otherwise I'll be back to eating Top Ramen, and no one wants that, except maybe for the people who manufacture Top Ramen.