i had weeeeird dreams last night. (what a surprise, eh?) in one of them, i was speaking firmly with my sister and telling her to go make appointments with a few new doctors, and that i would talk to the rheumatologist that she and i both see and explain about how much pain she was in and how this was unacceptable. then, she said that she would be moving out of her half of the duplex on august thirty-fifth, and i thought "hmm. maybe L could move in downstairs, since i think she's going to want a new place to live, soon."

so many of the pieces of this are real, you understand. m. socks and i do go see the same rheumatologist, and she is in more pain than i particularly consider okay, and L may in fact want a new place to live soon.

but august thirty-fifth? aaaieee.