a new talent was discovered last night when i brought sleep talking to an entirely new level. i've mastered the art of singing myself to sleep. although i thought this was supposed to be a conscious endeavor, apparently i've learned to navigate sleep cycles with song. maybe i'm regressing and needed soothing for some reason, or perhaps i'm a zebra finch. whatever the reason, my partner came to bed to find me humming random pitches with each breath. hmmm...composing a masterpiece/ practicing my choir music??... maybe i was dreaming of wooing my mate.

there's finally food in my house... yay! i think i've avoided grocery shopping since i arrived from portugal, which is over one month without food (or rather, one month of eating out, because we all know i don't starve myself..ha) i actually miss cooking... it's the strangest phenomenon.. must be another sign of aging. grocery shopping was even fun (probably cuz i went with the pretty lady and everything is always more fun with her).

if you're anything like me and don't enjoy shopping that much, you probably buy things when you need them and not when you see something cute in the window. well, i also tend to buy things in bulk to avoid returning to the dreaded stores more often than is absolutely needed. while this is a great strategy, or so i thought, it has inherent pitfalls. a couple years ago, i bought four cute little victoria's secret bras and while i didn't expect them to last forever, i guess i never anticipated this would happen.

in the last week, the remaining three bras broke (the underwire stabbing me after needling its way through the fabric). my girlfriend swears i'm growing, but i just don't see it.

my suggestion: spread out bra purchases to several times a year, lest becoming braless. luckily, i had gift certificates from christmas, so i was able to replenish the stock and have all new toys.

ever have one of those days? today is that day...i felt so motivated to get things done this morning and now i can't seem to do much but sit, nap, feed, hydrate occasionally....apparently my cat alterego has taken over.

i was "supposed to" meaning i commited/gave my word that i'd haul myself out to an all-day creative memories scrapbooking event a co-worker has been trying to convince me to attend for the past 6 months. i suppose it could be fun, although i'm having a difficult time imagining it as anything but it's own special kind of hell. the main deterent at this point is probably the company... i really can't imagine whipping out romantic pictures of my girlfriend and i on vacation and asking for decorating pointers from christian fundamentalists. a little too vulnerable for my liking.

think i forgot i had a blog. actually, guess i was just being a good little pagan following the earth's cycles, since i spent much of the time between samhain to winter solstice turned inward trying to move as slowly as possible when not scheduled to the hilt. Here's a quick recap of the past few months...may extrapolate on a few of the events in other posts, since a few were/are life-altering:

october:

• 9th season of vox femina began with our first concert (oh how i miss donald brinegar!)
• asked to direct vagina monologues...got very excited, then freaked out, then excited. end result: will direct feb. 2007. woohoo!

november:

• traveled to Portugal with my dream woman for a two-week vacation...first time back in 15 years after living there as a teenager. I'll post some pics. it was a truly magickal trip.
• watched harry potter #4 twice (once with portuguese subtitles). Now I'm reading the book.. kind of backassward, i realize.

december:

• well, the holidays were hectic as usual. spent christmas eve with my sweet brother jason who spoiled me rotten and bought me the new 30GB IPOD. I've been playing around downloading music, videos, pictures.. it's all very exciting.
• flew back and spent christmas with tee's family...loved the curbside gift-opening pitstop, loved the kids' excitement.. heart very full!
• the flu
• quiet new year's eve.. time with s, m & n (still miss you..wasn't enough time)...watched the ball drop..saw dick clark back after his stroke.. felt old...kissed my beautiful girlfriend...felt alive...perfect night...will we ever remember to drink?