So, I just spend an hour in the dentist's chair, came home and tried to sign in as DyrraDentist.

Swede merde, sing and dance me out Steve!

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So, today is my birthday and to celebrate a little early, last night I hit Chapters and picked up a couple of books. One is "Wishful Drinking" by Carrie Fisher. It's new and the first autobiography she's written. The cover just grabbed me for obvious reasons:

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She reveals some pretty personal stuff in this book - it's written in a very harried and disjointed sort of fashion (which fits with her issues), but one part made me laugh out loud.

She spends a little time talking about shooting Star Wars. She says that George Lucas was absolutely void of facial expression in those days. His face never changed and she never saw him smile. He also barely spoke - he only ever gave two directions to the cast, "faster" and "more intense" Naturally they would try things to get to him, but it never worked.

She says that during the trash compactor scene in Star Wars (when Mark was supposed to be getting strangled by a dianoga), in between takes, Mark would pick up little bits of floating, rubber trash and sing (to the tune of Chatanooga Choo-Choo), "Pardon me George, could this be dianoga poo-poo?"

I think I would've died laughing on that set. I remember years ago that once Yoda hit the scene, Mark would walk around between takes imitating the voice and the grammer saying things like, "To the comissary we are going? YEEEESSSSSS?"

Finally it seems like a proper fall out there! Yesterday was blustery with cooler temps and I could hear that delicious sound of leaves swirling on the pavement. Fall is my absolute favorite season. It's always the time for new beginnings with me - I suspect that's a hold over from starting school years in September for so long. So, with that I've been writing again, I'm picking up some distance courses through a local university here and I'm interviewing for a new job tomorrow. I really like where I am, but it isn't permanent and the recession has slashed our budget big time. I'm safe until November 12, but after that I may be sent back to shift work. Again, I love the work in that job, but the hours are killer.

It has been a rough few weeks health wise, but I'm back on track and Chapter 7 is now up for your perusal and criticism.

It is SO WARM here. Yesterday it was 34C (93.2F) and today it's 27C(80.6F). I hate the heat. Fortunately it's supposed to go down to a perfectly civilized 16C(60F) by Sunday. All this sun is ruining my lovely, cool fall.

Anyhow, hope everything is well with you all. I'm looking forward on catching up on the things I've missed.

You know, I almost never wear make-up. It takes too much time and after a few hours it makes my face itch, no matter how hypo-allergenic it supposedly is. I'm a strict Burt's Bees lip balm and occassional lip gloss kind of girl.

That said, WHY is it that I go catatonic with glee when I enter this store?

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Every time I go in there I want to drop a scandalous amount of cash on things I don't typically wear. I do behave, but whatever subliminal marketing these people are doing, it's WORKING!

Outside of that I've been getting over this rotten non-flu. It's like a flu with the zero energy, heavy limbs, scratchy throat, fever but it's not because I haven't sneezed or blown my nose once. Full body ickiness I guess.

I spent 5 hours yesterday gutting out and cleaning our room. We really have let it go since we moved in and I was afraid that it was looking bad enough to be eligible for a TLC show. Now it's a lovely, tidy open space and I swear I filled almost half a dumpster with old crap. I also have three garbage bags full of decent stuff to donate to good will. It feels good to get that done. The rest of the apartment is in good shape, but now that I've begun, none shall be spared my organizational skills and the vaccuum.