Yoga and lifting good. Dreams bad. Wake up.

Aside from doing far too much in the way of dishes/mopping, I had a good weekend. No website updates because my laptop is going all wacked on me again. Did some yoga at Baron Baptiste on Saturday, which I hadn't done for a long time, but Sunday was really the more interesting day. ( I had a really good workout )

and I got to see LLF again (although since he's not lost anymore, and prefers lowercase acronyms, I hereby rename him kfb). We had a pretty interesting talk over dinner, not that I succeeded in steering it where I wanted it. Then I took him home, he politely got permission from HLM to keep "dating" me, and... he ended up talking to HLM alone for about an hour because my good college friend V called me from Cali and they seemed to be getting along well anyway. Apparently it was a good talk, because HLM really wants to see him again. :)

After kfb left, I lay in bed thinking again about career-type issues. I'm starting to clarify the next step in my head a little bit, finally, which feels nice. And I refuse to think I've screwed the pooch just because I'm not off on my own trying to revolutionize the software industry. Just because everyone else seems to be doing it... bleh! Must... resist... peer pressure. So that was good. All this thinking did me no good in terms of dreams though; I had this long awful dream about being held against my will in an insane asylum, and another about some weird simulation system that I can't even explain, but it was bad, and I dreamed my kitty S was a software expert, and through every single dream I kept losing and finding my engagement ring, my brass rat and my wedding ring. I was pretty glad to wake up and be in the real world.

Wedding progress, kinda...

We're probably going to order invitation # F11206-402 from Invitations by Dawn (there's no way to give you a direct link, but you can search on the number). I like how they fold... so I just ordered a free sample, and we'll see how they look in real life.

I'm still disappointed that my grandparents won't be there. I know, they're old, but this is making for a puny showing from my fam, and I didn't have the highest expectations in the first place. Please, higher power, when I'm 80 let me be more flexible than they are.

Now, back to my day: string conversions, integer-to-string conversions and XML parsing/building.