Knot of this World

I have a knot in my upper back that will not go away.  The last two Mondays I've had a kink in my neck because of it, and the other night I woke up from a particularly strange dream with the knot throbbing.  It was a strange dream, involving being in a cave behind Facebook (as if Facebook were a waterfall or mountain face, and hidden behind it was this cave), and a not-so-nice dragon living in the cave.  I found the dragon, and I think it ate me, because it's mouth came towards me, and I woke up.  I remember thinking in the dream that the dragon was going to devour the world.  Hrm, is Facebook really the devil?  The night before that I dreamed about playing war games, only it was with water guns, and somehow I was the last man standing on my team, but in the end I was 'killed'.  Lotta instances of me dying in my dreams lately.  Wonder what that means.  I'm going to interpret it as meaning my current life is going to end and a new life will begin, which coincides with my future plans.

Speaking of my future plans, I got my taxes done the other day.  Wow.  It pays to have someone do your taxes.  I'm no longer stressed out about going to Scotland and making some major changes in my life when I get back.  I'd been flip-flopping back and forth on my decisions for the future, mostly for financial reasons, but I'm much more at ease about my desires now, and about 90% sure of what I'm going to do.

Hopefully going to be talking to a potential partner this weekend about one of my ideas.  A friend who I've discussed the idea with suggested I talk to this person, and there will hopefully be occasion to have a discussion about it.  That'd be a nice thing to have pan out.

I don't often really talk about celebrity sightings, but I did see Tahmoh Penikett today (of Battlestar Galactica and Dollhouse).  This is important for two reasons–the first being that a friend of mine is deeply infatuated with him and I enjoyed greatly telling her that I saw him, especially since he's usually in Vancouver, and that's where she lives, and the second being because he was filling up his car up at the shady gas station next to our office place.  Since this place has a suspected history of identity theft (numerous people in our office were victims of fraudulent credit charges after making purchases there), I shot Tahmoh a message on Facebook informing him that our employees have had issues there, and to keep an eye on his bank account.  He shot back a quick "Thanks for that!" and it made me smile, as some celebrities I've encountered don't even say "thank you" when you hold a door open for them.  It's nice to know there are still some good people out there.  So that was fun.

Know what else is fun? Sleep!