I also went to dinner at Venus, using the last of my birthday gift card from Katherine, Michael, Jay, Lois, and Mimi (received back in March or April). I ordered ribs (with mashed potatoes and a truly amazing cabbage/carrot slaw), but was only able to eat about 1/4 of the food on my plate, so I guess I'm covered for another 2 or 3 meals of leftovers. I'll have to work in some veggies and whole grains along the way, of course, because man cannot live on ribs alone. Well, unless he's on the Atkins Diet. Does anyone still do that?
I spent a fair amount of time this evening getting all organizational in my office, attacking the ridiculous number of bookshelves that are have been used (for the last few years) for growing piles of random crap. Jars of pens/pencils; spiral notebooks half-filled with notes from various past classes and projects; little decorative boxes filled with BART tickets, old necklaces, unidentified keys of various shapes and sizes, my class ring from 1987, and all kinds of stuff; old journals; candles; various art supplies; etc. I tried to arrange things more efficiently, set aside unnecessary stuff for donation, and just generally consolidate things so that they aren't just spread out all over the place. Put the books with the books, notebooks with notebooks, art supplies with art supplies, etc. It looks *much* better now, and I've got another pile of stuff to donate.
I had a strange dream last night in which I was at some kind of high school reunion (though I was hanging out with my family, who had no reason to be there), and someone showed me a yearbook, and in it my photos were all misidentified, marked with some name I'd never seen before. So I methodically tore the yearbook into orderly pieces, page by page, and then went looking for the paper recycling bin so I could throw it out. There was no recycling, so I just tossed the destroyed yearbook into the garbage. I remember also that I was wearing "capri" style pants, which rather defiantly displayed my unshaved legs, and I marveled (in the dream) that I didn't feel self-conscious about it.
I figure the dream was about people (in high school or since) not really knowing me, and about me working on discarding their impressions of me and not being embarrassed to be who I really am instead of who they want me to be. It felt like an empowering dream.