hey My alarm woke me this morning in the middle of a dream featuring a set of raised balconies around an indoor pool (not unlike at my gym), and a bunch of Slavic and Slovakian pornstars and me playing touch soccer using a hard-boiled egg as a ball. I know it was an egg, because the other team argued about whether my team had scored and I said "Of course we did - there's egg all over the back wall of the goal!" And there was - I remember it vividly. I'm not sure how I knew the other guys were all East European (specifically from the former provinces of Yugoslavia and Czechoslovakia), nor how I knew they were porn-stars. But they were all fairly big lads, if you follow me, and in terms of uniforms, it put a whole new spin on Shirts vs Skins, that's for damn sure. I know. Freud would have a fucking field day. Claire cornered me in the sterile culture unit this morning and waxed lyrical (if somewhat embarrassed) about the origins of the pentagram in the orbit of Venus and how to find God in the middle of the male 0rgasm or something. I just love listening to her and spending time with her. I love it when she sits on my desk and tells me that its untidy. I love the way she lets me follow her around while telling her story because she has Things To Do and can't always stop to talk. I love the way she laughs and smiles at my silly-clean or horrific-dirty-offside jokes and even though offended asks for another one. I love the way she shakes her head and tells me my coffee addiction is so bad for me. I love the way she tells me about her days at high school or in undergrad, fond memories of good/bad times with friends and family. I love the way she resists my wily charms and all my flirting, like she genuinely doesn't pick it up. Is this a major crush or what? Ditched karate last night to finally watch Kill Bill volume 2. It was weird, but in a yeah kind of way, so that's okay. Hell's Video Store beckons this evening. Yay. ok bye