Uggghh, bad dream

I had a dream last night so scary that I started to wake up from it—like I was trying to bail out of the dream, and then I realized, in that semi-awake delusional state—that the scary clown in my dream was probably waiting there in my bedroom for me to wake up. So then I tried to get back into dreamland, half succeeded . . . yuck. It wasn’t fun.

It’s been a nicely busy week, though. I’ve had lots of squid to run experiments with. I also donated blood on Tuesday—Andy and I made a date of it—and I did a very good job as a donator, I think. No horrible bruising, and mostly giddiness afterwards.

On the entertainment front, I’ve finished “The Wolves of the Calla” and will now try to acquire “Song of Susannah.” My friends and I have finished watching the 1st season of Lost. And in theory, I’ll go see the new Harry Potter movie. My good idea for today was that it would be great to take the Harry Potter universe into Joss Whedon’s brain, shake it around, and then enjoy the more witty and adult product. That would make me happy.

Almost thanksgiving, eh?