I had the oddest dream the other night. Like all my dreams, it was long and involved, but the most interesting part was me running my hands through my hair and pulling out fuzzy clumps of dead hair. My hair started out very poofy, but as I got more clumps out of it, I could see and feel clean, shiny healthy hair underneath. I filled up one wastebasket, and still had barely made a dent in all the clumps. I figure the dream was about clearing out old "dead" stuff and making room for new things/ideas/ways of life. Rebirth. Basically, the same decluttering process that I've been working on in my room. I think Stalking Tiger is happy that I'm finally working on something productive. It's been a long time coming!