Que Paso En Mi Cabeza?

This morning I poured my boiling water over my hand instead into my French press, and yesterday I cut my banana into my coffee instead of my oatmeal. What on earth is going on in my Telencephalon? That reminds me, if you spill tomato soup all over the carpet, dumping boiling water on it does a great clean up. It's also very satisfying and fun and feels somewhat rebellious. Thistle's got a big tumor in her right armpit that I first noticed last night. It's a bit bigger than a pea. Poor thing. I hope she feels ok, but I'll probably call the vet tomorrow to ask if there's anything I should do, and at what point, if any, I should put her to sleep. Right now she's still doing well, running on her wheel, loving snacks, and cuddling, but her exploration has lost a lot of confidence even in the last week.

I had a dream last night where Chris stopped by and hugged me and really wanted to be friends again. I would hope it was prophetic, but I also dreamed that I saved a herd of mustangs from drowning in a fish net, and then I rehabilitated an elephant in Costa Rica with paralyzed back legs. I really miss Chris, and sometimes I wish I could turn it all around, but then I think about all the things that are better. Mostly, I feel so much better about myself. Even though I'm not a stick, I've been feeling just fine about my weight, and it hasn't been driving me too crazy that the mono stole my fitness. I'm hoping to hear back from the Health Psych prof about homeopaths in the area soon, so I can maybe give my immune system a boost and finally kick this bastardly virus. Suze has been supplementing me with vitamin packets (I'm up to 13 pills a day, yummy), and the Tequila session on Friday night actually seemed to be good medicine b/c I felt better Saturday.

Also, I waste a lot less time without Chris around, which is probably a big part of why I feel better about myself. And the bed room is always clean, which makes me somewhat less stressed out, and I can actually study in there. I love all my classes, although actually attending color design might be a huge waste of time. At least Wendell's super nice and I can watch the foam build up in the corner of his mouth if it gets too dull. I can't believe two weeks worth of class work for color design is three little cut up paper collages. For once a prof who knows the meaning of a .5 credit.