Feeling a little unsettled...

...Lately I've been waking up a little disoriented after dreams I can't remember. This last round was something about moving, and aging, and something sad I can't remember at all. *shakes head *

I should have had better dreams; I was reading the copy of "Howl's Moving Castle" that Morgan lent me last night. Very sweet, very funny:) I also got a chance to re-finish the contract sweater and spin some wool on my days off. Good days and fun stuff to do. So why do I still feel a little strange?


At any rate, workies beckons in all it's polyester glory...

I am surrounded on all sides by flowers...

...The event my cow-irkers like to call "Death by Flowers" is setting up today. Lots of buckets of flowers, lots of radio calls for water spills, lots of ladies wearing pastels and carrying garden shears.
A security person's worst nightmare, especially if they're allergic. *blows nose*

At least I didn't get shanghaied to work tonight. Which means I can cook and maybe bake a cake. No reason. I just want to. Sometimes creative output must take a backseat to homemade chicken fajitas and marbled cupcakes...


*eyes glaze*

Plus my subconscious won't leave me alone until I make them. Especially the cupcakes.