Well, I am excited and nervous about today.

Why, you ask? Because today is "Barbie" day - I got invited to come over to my pastor's house for a makeover.

The title of this entry is "Saved by the J.L.A.?", and I'm sure someone reading that would wonder what was going on with me lately. I can see someone saying, "Geez, Dorothy. A couple of days ago you were talking about being rescued by Capt. Kirk from Star trek, and now you're saying a bunch of comic-book superheros saved you?"

But hang with me, it'll make sense.

See, I have been really struggling lately because I accidentally opened a mental door to one of the more dark areas in my brain, and seeing the amount of toxic sludge I have built up made me feel ill.

If you were to describe me in the fewest words possible, what words would you use?

I actually kinda need to know, its for a story idea I got ...

okay, twice in the last two days I have had dreams involving me becoming pregnant. In the first one, I found myself in Bible times and am blessed by a priest of God and told I will have a son. In the second one, I was possessed by a female ghost that somehow resulted in me becoming pregnant.

I am not an expert on dreams, and I know dreams dont always mean much, but two dreams in two days might mean something. One answer could be that I "give birth" to my stories, so maybe I will have a "son" that way.

Or maybe it means nothing at all, who knows?

I think James T. Kirk (as played by William Shatner) saved me last night.

I had read a story that got me thinking about my rapist, and as I sometimes do, I got very, very angry at him.

Have you ever had to write lines as a punishment? Well, I have, its not fun, which is sort of the point - to try and hammer into your head that the thing you did was wrong.

Interesting article in the most recent issue of Macleans magazine, here is a link:

Well, I have some good news about my foot. My doctor had sent my information to a foot clinic, and I went there today, and the doctor there assured me that the growth isn't cancer, that its just scar tissue, and gave me a steroid shot to help start the healing process. I will need at least a couple more of these shots, one every two weeks, and hopefully, that will be the end of that.

I'm super glad.

My body scares me, and last night was a great example as to why.

Well, I am trying to clean up the mess I'm in regarding the accident I had last year, and its not fun.

Well, five days into the new year, and its turning into crap already.

Well, I almost lost it in church yesterday. As part of the service, they allowed people to come up to the front, light a candle, and say something they are grateful for. I went up, and thanked the church for their acceptance of me, and barely kept the tears back. Then, after the service I tried to explain what it meant to me that the church treats me like just another woman, and I almost lost it again ...

I am so blessed, yes?

Had an awesome amazing Christmas, with lots of prezzies and food and a family that loves me, bizzaroness and all.

Huggles to all!

If I dont get a chance to say it tomorrow, Merry Christmas, everybody.

I am really not used to being complimented.

My pastor's wife described me as "wise", and I just didn't know how to handle that without deflecting.