In no particular order

Virgo:: This is an ideal time to have sessions with a sex therapist so as to get to the root of any inhibitions that might be preventing you from claiming your full measure of orgasmic enlightenment. APRIL FOOL! While this is a fantastic time to deepen your access to the spiritual gifts of erotic bliss, you won't need a therapist to accomplish it. Here's all you really require: 1. a fantasy of making love with an inscrutable deity who has four arms, the better to hug you with; 2. a pretend aphrodisiac made from the peaches of immortality that you'll steal from the tree of life in your dream tonight; 3. an invisible sex toy that you create in your mind's eye while you're meditating about the most sublime situation you've ever been in.

This made me giggle. Mostly because at this point, I don't think I have any fantasies I haven't enacted. Well, maybe the seven-woman orgy one. You'd think I'd be bored to have checked a lot of the big ticket items off my list already, but I prefer to think of it as satisfied.

It is randomly COLD here today. And very, very windy. I've had a boring-ish day-- I haven't hit the PO yet because the skies are threatening rain any moment. But everything is packed up and ready to go.

Dance class was good last night. We had a big shimmy drill to end and I really have to work on a traveling shimmy style I'd never seen before. Flo looked at me all funny and I'm fairly certain I looked like Frankenstein. Also of note: she does things Black Sheep style, and while my feet have no problem switching everything to the left, my arms are not yet on board and need to figure out the mirror image thing. Especially in mirrors or in a circle.

I have had weird, weird dreams lately. The night before last I dreamt that I was pregnant (prompting me upon waking to check my nuvaring log, but I am in the clear). The pregnancy dreams are becoming more common-- I'm sure it's a combo of lots of people I know being pregnant (and I just found out about another yesterday) and my own biological clock starting to tick. I also had a bad nightmare about a plane crash last night-- the plane crashed in downtown Baltimore, right near the Gallery in the Inner Harbor. For some reason, the government wouldn't release any news about it, including who was on it and if anyone had died. I woke up very unsettled. Oh, AND. I woke up with a start around 6:55 am and J was all "bzuh?" and I was like, "I thought I heard the doorbell." Which is dumb because the doorbell here is so loud that it would wake everybody up. But then, ten minutes later, the doorbell rang.

Mmmm, house full of fresh groceries. J and I are attempting Old Bay chicken wings tonight.

After the update, I am making a MAJOR supplies order. I made a smaller one today for commission supplies, but if you've been mulling over a commission idea and don't want to get popped with an additional shipping charge, now is the time to convo me!

TeeVee: Dollhouse:: I'd suspected that Mellie was a doll since before the show, when they announced that the actress would be playing a different character than originally planned, and she was originally planned for a doll named November. Oh Joss, I see what you did thar. Anyhow, I admit my complete and utter shallow reason for watching this show: Agent Helo. If Tahmoh were not on this show, I'd have stopped watching already. The most recent ep was the best yet, but still barely retained my attention when Agent Helo wasn't shirtless. Though I did like that a) the NOT stick figurey one got the hot guy and b) she also got to kick some ass. Beyond that? I'm having squick issues. Which... yeah, I'm supposed to, because that's kind of the whole point. But I think I'm bored with the theme because I really don't need Joss to tell me that the objectification and trafficking of women is bad. Though I did like the use of Agent Helo to point out that his interest in this case isn't purely heroic: ie, it mirrored the audience. Yeah, objectification is bad. But we're still watching-- why? I'm sure it has something to do with The Pretty.

Trivia: all the known dolls seem to be named after NATO phonetics. So I won't be surprised if they introduce a doll named India or Zulu.

TeeVee: Lost:: SAYID SHOT BABY!BEN. WTF. Of course, the island is gonna bring him back or something, and then Faraday will tell us why. But that was honestly the first time Lost has had a good emotional surprise in store in a long, long time.

Yeah, that's pretty much it. It's been a pretty boring day and I sort of wish I had some hot chocolate. I'll settle for carmel truffle tea.