Is there a food pyramid for this?

Last week I watched 576 hours of Buffy reruns and had no strange dreams whatsoever, except for the night I ate two dark chocolate peppermint cookies right before bed. Whooo boy, those dreams were doozies.

Today my meals* have consisted of:
- egg omelet with cheese, mushrooms and spinach (heavy on the cheese, light on the rest)
- a pot of coffee
- an apple with peanut butter
- a glass of water
- cheese and crackers
- a bowl of guacamole and chips
- a cup of green tea

*None of that remotely resembles a "meal." Can't wait to see what REM sleep brings me tonight.

Despite the utter crap I put into my body throughout the day, I was able to muster energy to run four miles at the gym, and for the first time since I started running again, I felt like I could keep going after that. I really hope my short-term memory fails on this one... last thing I need is a Pavlov-induced cholesterol-riddled heart attack at mile seven.

A confession.

My favorite movie of all time is Hair, followed very closely by The Muppet Movie - both of which feature a handful of brilliant songs and a bunch of additional really catchy ones. My favorite Broadway show is RENT. The "Once More With Feeling" soundtrack ranks as one of the highest played albums in my iTunes library (I sing at least one song from that soundtrack in my head at least weekly at my job), followed closely by Dr. Horrible and the South Park soundtrack.

I love showtunes. I have done set construction and/or props and/or lighting and/or stage crew for five musicals. I love Journey.

I don't like Glee.

I'm having a hard time reconciling this.

These precious things.

I finally got around to watching Precious last night. It was heart-wrenching, brilliantly acted (Mariah! who knew!) and inspiring. Parts of it were incredibly difficult to watch, to the point where I hid my eyes during a few scenes. I felt terrible afterward for complaining about my job, my life, my... well, my anything.

I think a dream I had was partially inspired by that film. She is completely unprepared to be a mother, but does a phenomenal job in spite of the odds. In this dream I was on a rescue expedition in the Antarctic. We would go out to the islands to collect injured penguins, return them to the (rather fancy) expedition ship, cuddle them and shower them with healing and love, and send them back to their respective colonies once they'd recovered. One of them had been shot (I never quite figured that one out); most just had mild flesh wounds from sea lion or elephant seal encounters.

I woke up smiling. And between paper pushing and mind-numbing meetings, I thought about those cute little penguins and how good I felt about helping them.

I think this means that it's time to seriously start looking into veterinary school.