I’m very tired. All seems to be going well though. I recovered quickly from the shitty gig thanks to lovely letters from Brandon (the Canadian guy from the Transmission conference) and I spent some time making pretty CVs for sleazemonkey.
I am absolutely chuffed that the teaching seems to be going so well. My students seem to be really enjoying themselves and my colleague Dale has apparently been telling my boss Jenny that my lectures are great. Whee! The first assignment was due today and most of them seem to have submitted. Now it’s just a matter of finding time somewhere in here to mark them all.
I’m not quite in the swing of things at the other job yet but it’s getting there.
Now I’m watching Angels in America on DVD and it’s all good.
Almost forgot to mention: had an amazing dream last night, where I was watching someone (male, long hair) who I was involved with, making love to another woman. I was listening to her noises and watching him intently and smiling at how much he was enjoying himself but how quiet he was being. Then when he was finished, he came over to me and I hung something around his neck and spoke with him about various things, and then I said something along the lines of “Don’t worry, they all know you have me by your side, your witch consort. No harm will come to you.” And he kissed me and held me to him and I felt powerful and knowledgeable and loved and protective and loving and safe.
Then I went to a statue on the wall of a hanged man, inverted, and tried to tap it for blood for a spell and there was no blood left. For some reason, the hanged man belonged to frou_frou and I tried to talk to her about how there wasn’t any blood left in it and I think she said something about these days everything was just a symbol for what it once was and they didn’t tend to come with blood in them these days. She didn’t actually say “I could order one in for you if you like” but I got that feeling, you know?
I don’t know if I made the charm or not. That’s about when I woke up…