Argh. I wrote a nice long blog when the computer crashed. I do not like crashes. Well here goes the second attempt.

I woke up at approximately 6a.m. from a very weird dream. It was set in a Malay kampung. That's a village, to the foreigners. Everyone was dressed in American frontier clothing straight out of Dr. Quinn though. My little sister who seemed very teenage-like and hot-tempered in this dream, was best friends with Veronica Lodge of Archie comics, who dressed like Scarlett O'Hara. They were both chasing after the same man, who was very handsome and all that is pure, good, strong and solid.

The dream's rather blurry, but they managed to seduce him individually and then proceeded to compromise me with him. It ended up with this good man agreeing to marry all three of us, and we were all satisfied and pleased with it. I woke up when the man went up to our fathers for permission to marry us.

It was good timing because a few minutes later, Tariq SMS-ed me from ICQ! His computer has finally been connected to the internet and we can talk unlimitedly! Well, relatively. It was sooo good to be able to just talk to him and not worry about much money it would cost him. I miss him buckets.

At ten o'clock, I ran my play's first practice! We progressed right on schedule, and even more! We started with Scene Three a.k.a. the Last Scene first, though that confused a lot of people. They're like, "Why not from the beginning?" Linear people get so easily confused. It went very well for a first round, though I didn't manage to settle everyone's schedule for the week, which I'm worrying about because it looks like everybody has really clashing schedules and they all seem to be able to squeeze in only one or two hours at the most each day, which won't be enough.

Anyway, after the play I went to the house and did another session of Denise Austin's XtraLite: Beginner's Aerobics. I managed all the kicks, but I still haven't mastered that one step which is really quite weird and complex. I felt good, but boy, I sweated. Big lesson in aerobics. DO NOT DO AEROBICS IN JEANS. Jeans may not feel so heavy in normal circumstances, but you can really feel the weight when you start kicking your legs up over a hundred times each.

I was just about to go find some lunch for myself when Dad called, so I got him to buy me lunch and we trundled off to see the Ear, Nose & Throat Specialist [see last week]. To my disappointment, my bandage still doesn't come off. In fact, they gave me another jab in the butt. The guy says he may take off the bandage on Wednesday. Hah.

I treated myself to a Swiss Cheese & Mushroom Beefburger from Burger King. I don't think it's available in the U.S. which I shall highly gloat over, because it is delicious. I succumbed to sleep. What with the 6 o'clock wake-up, a play to run, aerobics in jeans, and a jab in the butt....
You can't blame me!

I woke up for dinner, which was apparently cooked by Tina, my sister-in-law's sister, who is my soul-sister, yeah! Good fish. Good chicken balls. I had two helpings. My appetite has definitely increased, which was the purpose I started the aerobics, so I am very pleased. Only twice and results show.

Then Mr. Shiny and his wife showed up! Yay! I like 'em. They're fun. I pestered and they did stuff and it was all joy. I finally came back to the apartment and when daddy showed up I displayed my neat and tidy room to him and he had to point out all the junk behind my bed. Bah. Fussy man, he is.

And the computer crashed, which drove me nuts. Now, I'm going to go for the shower that I've promised myself, and some sleep. I gotta wake up at 8:30 tomorrow!