Ana and I wanted to go see The Dark Knight at the omni-theater, but after eating we were way too tired and decided to just go home and sleep. I stayed at their house instead of driving the two hours to mine. I'm very comfortable staying there now and no longer have a hard time falling asleep, but there is this bird that is somewhere in the neighborhood that makes noise all night and it always wakes me up. It sounds just like a hawk, but I find it hard to believe a hawk would live in the middle of the city like that. I wish I knew what it was.

I think the friendship between Roberto and I is back on track again. We can now play and joke around and there doesn't seem to be that underlying friction. I love that the family plays... they haven't lost that child-like quality. This weekend !nt! taped all my CDs together while I wasn't looking, Tup@c dumped water on me from the canopy, Roberto tried to dump water on me too but I was wise to his antics and N@z!m is always being silly! The girls don't play so much, but they are fun too. I'm getting to know Tup@c's wife a little, she seems very nice. I like watching him and her together, they look so sweet.

As for Roberto, I feel better too after this weekend because I talked to Rum! and found out that the money I had given to Roberto to give to him (Rum!) and Tup@c for their weddings actually got to them. I had been worried that Roberto may have used it to pay for expenses while in Ecu@dor even though I had loaned him additional money for that but he didn't. I hate doubting him, but when it comes to money he is so bad I can't help it sometimes. He wants to read this journal, he asked and said it would be nice if he could read it, but I told him no. I say too much here that he doesn't need to know. If I thought it would help him to understand me more and understand why I do the stupid things I do, I might let him read it, but I don't think it would. He's a great person, but he lacks compassion, or maybe he lacks empathy. Besides, if I knew he was reading I would censor myself and this journal would lose its purpose.

The last two nights I dreamt about being at Disney World, except it was the bizarre dream-world Disney where everything is surreal and Dali-ish, and both dreams had to do with me having problems getting from one place to another. In the first there was a bunch of people in a large room which was actually an elevator. The doors opened and people started filing out, then all of a sudden the doors closed and the room jolted back away from the 'doors' creating a huge gap that people teetered on the edge of... there was nothing but space (as in outter space) between the edge of the floor and the wall. In last night's dream my son was very little and we were going to the "beauty salon & spa" section of the amusement park, because doesn't every little boy want a lip waxing instead of attending a character breakfast?? Anyway, to get there we had to climb a rope which then carried us - like we were hanging from a balloon - to the location of our choice, except we couldn't quite get to where we wanted and ended up going around and around. Very odd. Maybe eating urchin balls warped my brain a little more than it is already warped?

I wonder if these dreams mean we're going to Disney World or that I'm destined to get lost sometime soon. Probably the latter. If I suddenly stop posting here it means I'm hanging from a balloon somewhere floating around in outer space. Can someone send me a GPS system please?!?

Considering I got home late last night I didn't get to retrieve any of the pictures from my camera. I didn't take many this weekend but I'm sure there's a few that are decent. I will post them tomorrow unless I go home after work and fall asleep. For now... I see a stack of invoices that need to be sent out and I should get them into the mail.