pipistrellafelix | (no subject)

So last night I had a dream that I got pregant and had a baby. GOD it was weird. Seriously. None of that happy-mother stuff. It was creepy. I was wandering around the house and sitting in the loft helping someone with chemistry or calculus homework (I think it was someone from the Bathhouse crowd...Charlotte, maybe? You aren't taking either, though, are you?) all while I had a huge belly, and then I gave birth (completely unlike reality). Whoever was around being the midwife person kept saying that since the labor was taking so long it meant the father was someone else. And I remember thinking, "The fuck? Someone else than who? The father can only be one person, lady!" And then I didn't want to look at the baby because for some reason I thought it was deformed. But it wasn't, it was normal, and looked a lot older than a newborn--so I was wandering around the house and helping Charlotte (or whoever, but I think it was you) with homework, carrying this baby around. Who was a boy. And then was a girl. And there was a whole air of bad-girl-teenage-pregnancy-dregs-of-society thing going on. CREEPED me out. Seriously. I am never having kids. *shudder* Hopefully less creepy dreams in future.

But Aristotle is...well, his ideas are interesting. I really wish his writing was more so. I'm going to visit NWS today. And then I'm dragging Quig to I Heart Huckabees (hooray!).

And I have an advising appointment with Madsen in...and hour and twenty minutes.