I had TWO bad dreams in a row about my house being broken into.  Shit, that thing yesterday must have really fscked with my head.  I guess I’ve been broken into too many times in my life… including my vehicles, I guess it’s happened ummm… six or eight times, maybe more.  I can’t even begin to remember all the stuff that’s been stolen from me over the years.

So in the first dream I had, I was in the apartment we’re living in now.  I walked into the kitchen and saw the back door ajar.  I saw some people going up the back stairs and said hi to them, but promptly freaked out when I realized the door shouldn’t have been open.  John comes in the room and I’m in a panic trying to tell him about it.  No sound will come out of my mouth (god, I hate it when that happens) so I have to yell-whisper it to him… "THE DOOR WAS AJAR!!" We go out the door to examine the lock, and I see a woman coming down the stairs from above.  I’m crying, and she’s trying to get out of there, but I stop her to ask if she’d seen the people who did this, or even if she remembered seeing the door open earlier.  She doesn’t know.

Then, in the second dream, I’m in another apartment, a big loft space that looked like Truckstop.  John was there too, and this time it was a big swinging window that was left ajar.  Another panicky moment.  ::shudder::  It’s okay, it was JUST A DREAM, EDITH…

On the bright side, I am drinking Big Red right this very minute, which means I must be one happy cowgal.  They’re finally selling it at the grocery store near my house, and we’ve been picking up 12-packs on every grocery trip.  Now if I can just find Chick-o-Stix, Shiner Bock, Pepper Puppies, and the square fish from Luby’s…!!

Ryan Hembrey and I had a little rehearsal type thing today.  Well… we didn’t work very hard but we played a bunch of songs just to get the rust out.  We’re working on a setlist for the tour next month.  Of course I *never* play my own music unless there’s a good reason to… so every time I do a show it’s like I have to re-learn all my old material!  It’s funny, I’ll play one song and think, "wow, that’s pretty good!" whereas another one will make me think "jeez that one is too wordy.  Sounds too much like (insert another song title)." The people who comment negatively on my music should know that I’m even harder on myself… at any given moment, half my songs are just NOT good enough in my opinion.