Last night felt just like a normal night at home - in Seattle. We ate dinner and sat around and then played Carcasonne. We were going to see Casino Royale, but I thought actually taking the 20 pound hit off of our budget for this week would be a good thing. Eight more days until payday. It's not that we're flat broke, but I set a budget and we're over it. All of this week's entertainment is prepaid (two nights out, 40 pounds total), so we can just keep the expenses light (though another 10 pounds went to top off my phone, grr, and more will need to be spent on my Oyster), I think we'll be able to pull it back in and I'll feel completely fine about going to see Kinji Fukasuku's Yakuza Graveyard on Sunday at the NFT. And then maybe on December 1 or so I can see about getting a new pair of boots. I've sure been shaving the bottom off of the soles of the pair I've been wearing the most here.
I dreamed last night about my sister, that she called and I could hear her voice in the living room playing on the answering machine. And I was dreaming about moving our stuff, that we had an elaborate scheme to help someone sneak out of the US and go to China by hiding with some freight, and that we were on our way to England, packing in a very spacious on-boat warehouse with lots of other people who were moving our stuff. This time next week I might be sleeping on my own bed and sitting on my lovely Victorian sofa again. Wouldn't that be nice!
