Cockroaches and dreams

There was a cockroach on the glass slidey door of my shower this morning.  I didn't notice it until I was /in/ the shower.  It was disturbingly close to my towel.  The whole time I was paranoid that it would crawl into my towel or fall off and skitter across my toes so I kept glancing up to check it was still there.  Then I took my eyes off it to shampoo my hair.  And when I looked up again, IT WASN'T THERE.  I screamed like a little girl.  Took forever to work up the courage to turn off the water, check my towel, and get the hell outta there.

This morning I dreamt that I was training as a soldier in wartorn Zimbabwe-Russia.  I was snowboarding down a slope when I lost my balance, and fell into a lake and almost drowned, but then a dolphin saved me.  I don't know how my mind comes up with these things.

Yesterday I dreamt that Mum took me to a therapist but then she stayed in the room so I couldn't really talk about anything, so I just talked about Xena with the therapist.  That one actually sounds real.  -.-

If you follow that same awkward game, there's nothing to gain, you'll find...

( My thoughts on episode 1, Season 6 of The L word: )

So yeah.  Disappointing as usual, but pretty much expected.  I think the only redeeming elements in this episode were the 20 seconds of Lucy Lawless, and Papi.