There are very few things wrong with dreams in which you utter the line “I came here to fuck you and I fucked your roommate instead!” then everyone laughs and gets naked.

Just sayin’.

My subconscious has a much more exciting sex life than I do.

We had a very subdued Halloween last night. We don’t give out candy because we’re in an apartment and children terrify me, so instead we went out and bought fireworks.

I’ve never bought fireworks before, but it’s legal to do so as long as you set them off between October 24th and November 1st. All I really wanted were some sparklers for fun photo times, but we bought a decent assortment of minor explosives. Josh and Shan also bought fireworks, and we all piled up into the Delica and headed to an outdoor hockey square to light things on fire and watch them ‘splode.

And so we did. It was fun! We set off something called the Sex Goddess that was truly awesome, and took long exposure shots of sparklers and Jumping Jacks and other things that went fizz BOOM crackle burn out. It started raining far earlier than we hoped though, so we had to end our pyromania around 9pm. Still, we got our fill of boom and we have extra fireworks for later not to mention at least 100 more sparklers for festive times.

Sasha update: she’s doing much, much better. She’s actually put on a pound or so, and is loving the special vet food for ancient felines. I didn’t quite appreciate the heart attack she gave me last Thursday night, though – she had been scrapping with the other cats earlier in the day, and had a big scratch on her nose that then crusted over. She was in the bedroom giving herself a bath when she pulled the scab off and made her nose bleed – then continued cleaning herself, getting blood EVERYWHERE. I went to check on her and she sneezed, shooting blood all over the sheets. I flipped the fuck out and screamed for Ed, who came running to see what was wrong. Crisis averted; she was a little pissed off that I ruined her bath but holy fuck, there was blood everywhere. Also not helping: she had a red thread stuck to her tail, which in my panick’d state made it look like the blood was coming out of her butt which is never, ever good. BUT! All is fine. She’s still feisty and not liking the other cats, adoring the fact that she gets special food and many attentions, and hasn’t thrown up in almost a week. She is getting back to fat and sassy, and I likes it. Yay for Sasha!