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I dreamed I was Batman (or some similar superhero type). At one point someone was trying to trick me into revealing who Captain America really was (does he even have a secret identity? I confess i know very little about him o_O). And somewhere in this plot, I had to find the members of Voltron (who were not Voltrn as we know them - there were at least two chicks, and they were hot). So I tracked down a lair of badguys I thought they'd be going after, and took them all out (killed them, really. So I guess I wasn't Batman after all :V), and then lounged around saucily in a bedroom I'd hastily tidied up until the hot Voltron chicks arrived (as a side note, the lions also transformed into cool looking future cars, or at least regular cars that could pop up futuristic gizmos.). When they did, I tried to seduce them so gain their confidence. (meaningful ellipse.) And then my alarm went off.

I awoke seven kinds of groggy, and decided that i would have a power bar for breakfast because I think my energy/protein levels must be low for me to be this tired all the time! Fortunately today is a meat day, and I am going over to Aaron's tonight for dinner with him and Megan, and some other friends of theirs who I like quite a lot :)

I am almost done with the last glossary, and only need to put in 5 1/2 hours today. So I am going to in to school at some point. I'll have to, unless the glossary guy has got all the other terms added for me. And then I can get some plants before the gym. Yay plants!

So apparently the proff I work for is gone for the weekend - I have nothing to do :o

Sweet!

Gonna go track down some plants. And library books.

*dance*

Maurice Amey begonia! Red plant for the red room!

Swiss Cheese Plant! This plant is made of poison :o

Happy Birthday to Leonard Cohen, who is 73 today!

And in commemoration, possibly my favourite of his songs, and one of my all-time favourite sons, ever:

Why do you stand by the window
Abandoned to beauty and pride
The thorn of the night in your bosom
The spear of the age in your side
Lost in the rages of fragrance
Lost in the rags of remorse
Lost in the waves of a sickness
That loosens the high silver nerves

Oh chosen love, Oh frozen love
Oh tangle of matter and ghost
Oh darling of angels, demons and saints
And the whole broken-hearted host
Gentle this soul

And come forth from the cloud of unknowing
And kiss the cheek of the moon
The New Jerusalem glowing
Why tarry all night in the ruin
And leave no word of discomfort
And leave no observer to mourn
But climb on your tears and be silent
Like a rose on its ladder of thorns

Oh chosen love, Oh frozen love...

Then lay your rose on the fire
The fire give up to the sun
The sun give over to splendour
In the arms of the high holy one
For the holy one dreams of a letter
Dreams of a letter's death
Oh bless thee continuous stutter
Of the word being made into flesh

Oh chosen love, Oh frozen love...

Gentle this soul