He ain't heavy, he's my brother.

My dreams of late have been intense: in one, I murdered someone in a very gruesome way with my bare hands and in another I gave birth to twin girls. Last night I fought a man who was sitting on my car and wouldn't get off when I asked. In this same dream, I also wet myself and tried to cover it up. The bed was dry when I woke up, thank God. My dreams are very vivid and very real- when I have sex in my dreams, I feel everything. It's always been this way. I knew what sex felt like before I actually had any. So you can just imagine how it feels to dream I am breastfeeding babies or gouging someone's eyes out. It's clear I have a lot going on in my head. I need to get it all straightened out before I'm afraid to fall asleep.

Whole Foods (aka Whole Paycheck) opened in Portland recently. Brian and I have already been in twice and well, we were like kids in a candy store. Yes, we're tools. Brian was able to satisfy his indian food cravings and I discovered an awesome cheese. We really, really, really can't be allowed to go there more than once a week. If that.

The weight loss is chugging along- I'm down over 11 pounds so far. It's slow going, but at least it's going. Next week I'm actually getting my fat ass up about an hour earlier in the mornings so that we can go to the gym before work. I know. I don't think it's going to really happen either, but a girl can lie...I mean, try.

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