i started with so many thoughts, and they all dissipated.

I don't really know what to do with my life, anymore. I've always known until the last couple of years, and it leaves me somewhat on edge. I feel like I'm regressing when I should be moving forward. I guess everyone goes through the "what should i be when i grow up" stage at some point, I'm just going through mine late in life. Hawai'i is the only Home I've ever known. But--

On a different note, one of the dogs got sick today and we had to take her to the emergency vet. Rather than cleaning/organizing/washing dogs/taking my compy to the Apple store/etc/etc, I sat in bed with a slightly smelly dog on my lap. Her tiny, skinny body awkwardly positioned--the only way she would have it--and her constant panting interrupted my movie. But when I put her to bed she seemed nearly normal again. Love heals.

I've also decided that I need to get a job. A real one. One that pays me a livable wage.

Last night, I dreamt about a tiny lil kitten that could fit in my pocket, named Nomi, which means beautiful in Hebrew.