Last night I dreamt of arguing with someone about God. I said, “You think God is some white guy up in the sky sitting like this and making judgements about us.” The person I was arguing with was indignant. Later in the fight she said she thought God was blue.
Yesterday was my birthday. Mom said my age was traumatic for her. I was feeling pretty good about my age until she said that. They put the full number of candles on my cake, and I thought I was going to be able to blow them all out, but it took three tries. I forgot to make a wish.
Last night we were up talking (Ming and me and parents) until after 11, way past out bedtimes. But it was good to be together. I had wanted to play cards, but maybe another time. Dad left the tv off, which was great for me.
Today: maybe lunch out, maybe apple tasting at Gopher Glenn, maybe the beach.