Last night I dreamed I gave birth to a tiny little Toad (my dog, not a real toad - gross). He was about the size of my index finger, but he acted like a grown up dog. I carried him around in a little plastic bag, and he kept escaping from it. The weirdest part was that somehow Toad had been implanted in my uterus - it was not a naturally occurring thing. I think I was trying to save his life or correct his behavior or something. Like, maybe if he could start over and have a new, happier puppyhood he wouldn't be such a little bastard. Anyway, it was weird.
In other news, I am enjoying my first week of freedom. I actually forgot what day it was today, so that is a good sign that I am starting to relax. J's family is coming in tomorrow, and we have a lot of stuff planned for this weekend, so the Christmas season is officially starting. We haven't even put up a tree or bought a single present yet. Well, that's not true. J bought me an Xbox so that I could play "Munch's Odyssey." He gave it to me already so I can play with it while I'm on my break. I was very excited.
