It seemed so real, at least in the sense of how it made me feel. My heart was pounding. I looked over to make sure Jeff was still asleep beside me. I'm surprised I didn't scream or gasp or make some noise upon awakening. I'd have been embarrassed.

As I lay there, not able to sleep, I decided to find somewhere to take a course on self defense. I've wanted to for a long time, but have never had the time, money, or a place to do it. I'm just not confident I'd be able to handle a situation like that. Sure, I mentally know what I should do from various TV programs I've seen and articles I've read. But, would I be able to not panic and do what I need to do to survive? I just don't know. Is this a premonition, or am I watching too many of those shows on Court TV?

I'll have to call the ATA Karate Center to see if they might offer something like that. On another note, I also want to find somewhere to swim and play volleyball. Except for the weights and kickboxing, I despise working out. I need to find something I actually like to do in order to stay motivated. I want to look good naked or in a bikini, though Jeff thinks I already do. What does he know? He's just a bit biased.

We replaced the leaky, old, sucky-ass dishwasher. I think it was the original, making it about 13 years old. It had gotten to where I couldn't use powder detergent and had to basically pre-wash all the dishes before putting them in there. It was loud, and would leak under the cabinet and then under the litter box. If I put a towel there in anticipation, it would not leak. Bastard.

So, yeah. We now have a shiny, black, fancy schmancy new dishwasher. It has push button controls, an extremely quiet motor, a hard food disposer, anti-bacterial wash, delayed start...I don't know what else. I have to read the manual. Of course, anything else would have been better than the old one. I don't know if I can break the habit of pre-washing or at least rinsing the dishes, though. Hopefully next time I'll be on to less boring topics.