I only slept five hours last night, which may explain the surreal haze my day seems to be occuring through. I'm incredibly nervous about my trip to Berkeley tonight, which is unfortunate; it keeps me from concentrating, and I not only have things to do at work, but Igen's hatching is tomorrow night and I'm frantically attending to all the last-minute details. Sheer panic.

But let us focus on the good things. For one thing, Jane Sibbery's The Speckless Sky has eaten my brain, so Gretchen's Over the Rhine CD is getting a break. Although, come to that, the Siberry is Gretchen's too. If this keeps up I'm going to have to make a The Speckless Sky/Patience tape for myself. Anyway, I'm happy that I've finally found another Siberry album I like; it was vaguely annoying to adore No Borders Here so intensely and not really care for any of her other work, aside from a few tracks from When I Wuzza Boy.

Other good things? I have a purple lunchbox which has food in it. We have tomatoes in our backyard, as Yair is on vacation and Jim was nominated for tomato-sitting duty. My mother liked my house, my friends, and (especially) Jim. My mom _really_ liked Jim. It was almost surreal. I think they talked more than I did, which is not a usual state of affairs; Jim is often very quiet, and I am ... not.

I had no nightmares last night. Which is a first in the last few days.

And, finally, I'm going to see Rent this weekend!