Under wide blue skies there's a place to lie. For me and Evelyn to hide tonight. I try my best to make her go but I'm not sure of what I don't know. Chariots, if you're out there, please swing low.

2005-10-01 at 6:46 p.m.

It feels like summer will never end. 31C/90F does not equal fall in my book. I want it cold enough for a light jacket and a scarf and clogs but if the Weather Network is right I'll be in sandals and a skirt all thoughout the week.

I've lost about five pounds since starting work. This is because my diet consists largely of delicious smoothies, Smartfood popcorn and Mirage bars.

This is actually not entirely true because I did make a really good supper tonight. Butter masala chicken with basmati rice and white bean dip with pita chips. Very good and spicy.

Everyone is being fired at work. Not me though because I'm awesome. By everyone I mean the boys. Their mothers obviously didn't teach them housework because none of them understand the concept of cleaning. Or speed actually.

I've been having very weird dreams lately. A few nights ago I was stuck in this large run-down house in the middle of Africa with beds and beds of plague victims on the upper floor. I can only assume they were dying of ebola because there was a lot of blood. I was on the main floor with other people and we were in Victorian-esque clothing. Yes, I have been reading 'Heart of Darkness'.

Last night ha, only Kim could possibly imagine the hilariousness of this one, I had the pre-concert concert-dream. With the Josh Ritter and Frames concert less than three weeks away it was, I guess, bound to happen. First we were walking in the snow up Blind Lady's Hill (this is on the reservation where me and Kim grew up). I yelled at Kim that we couldn't go to the concert in snow boots so we had to find other shoes. The local convenience store just happened to sell Old Navy sandals. So we bought some. Then we some how ended up in our grandma Evelyn's house and Josh Ritter was there. He was in my grandma's rocking chair and then I went to sit in his lap (My god, I probably weigh more than him. The breasts, you know). Then we went outside and the stage was set up in the parking lot across the street from my grandma's house. The stage was like Glastonbury-sized, of course. We were waiting in the crowd (it had some how turned to summer) and I told Kim that we had to go inside the church (also across the street from my Grandma's house). Josh would be in there because he's cultured like that. We didn't go because the concert started. The Frames were on first. But then the crowd parted to reveal, I swear, a full on drum circle and throng of native dancers in full regalia. I'm talking feathers, head-dresses, those metal cone things that jingle when they dance, ribbons, everything. So ultimately, there was a pow wow happening in the middle of the Frames show.

Yeah, ok. My mind probably remembered my mom telling Josh Ritter to come visit our reservation. Really there's nothing to see except for the church that marks the conversion of our people (that's actually how we got started talking about the reservation because my parents were impressed that it's the subject of his song 'Wings'). You can also get some cheap cigarettes but that's about all.

It's time for Felicity reruns.

Kim - I don't hear Bruce Springsteen but I like the gravity of your comparison.

Oh no, someone moved into the apartment that looks into mine. This means I can't do dishes in my underwear anymore.

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