we may never be angels, but we're lousy with the spirit

Ooh! At first this morning I smelled a familiar smell. I wasn't sure what it was, but it had a vague burning sensation to it. Then I heard that unmistakable sound, and I realized -- the heat is on! I ran around and put my hand on all the radiators and felt the burn. It was awesome. And it isn't even that cold today. I was afraid, with all the energy hikes, that heat would be a little scarcer this winter, but not so far. Thank you, landlord. You are a good friend to have.

This also ushers in the beginning of the full-on fall (which means my birthday is soon, thank you) and coat weather. Sadly, too soon after that comes winter and "ACK! Will the bus ever come?!?!" and "If that wind blows in my face one more time, I'm pretty sure my nose is going to fall off," weather. But I'm going to just enjoy this for now.

Last night I had a dream that I was staying at this hotel (which was some kind of punk club with a hotel upstairs, and everytime you wanted to go in and out you had to recheck in, very annoying) where I ran into a rock star I know in the check-in lounge, and we sat and talked about babies and VHS tapes. Then in the elevator was my HS physics teacher. When I got upstairs, everyone was annoying me, and this one person (who is actually entirely excellent in real life) was telling me about how she had recently chosen to simplify her life and possessions, and as such threw out the birthday presents I had just given her that day. Evidently, I had worked really hard to make these presents, and I just kept saying, "But why didn't you just give them back?!" and everyone seemed to think that was a ridiculous idea. See, I should have stayed with Patrick and/or Mr. Cohen. Live and learn. Oh wait, it was a dream. Sleep and learn, I guess.