I just napped and had an elaborate dream that included a Yeti, a goblin, my graduation, plans to order office supplies, a squirrel, evil creatures that could be killed only with sharpened pencils, Linus, my nana, a shape-shifter, a bohemian mother in love with the Yeti, Steve, and movie rights.

Apparently at some point during this nap, Linus threw up on me. Unfortunate, but I count the glass half full since Linus’s vomit is just softened cat food, typically resulting from a very recent binge at the food bowl. It fell right off when I stood up. He’s better than Mia in the puke department.

I went to the Genius Bar at the Apple store today because a number of the letters on my iBook keyboard have been fading off. There is no longer any “N,” for instance, and the “S” and the “E” are reduced to their bottom thirds. Since my crosswording career is at stake, I naturally leapt to fix this disaster only months after the keys began eroding and Steve told me it would be Mac-sphemy to just Sharpie them back on. Anyway, the genius had to order me a new keyboard that will arrive this week. He tactfully advised something about lotion and “blah blah blah purchase a key-cover-thingy-from-that-shelf-over-there.” It seems like I am leading up to a punch line here, but I’m not. Just reporting the facts.

I had my last day teaching poetry in the high school. Well, I didn’t actually get to teach, since the LA Unified School Dsitrict administrators decided to impose surprise testing on the schools on Friday. I was able only to distribute the students’ literary anthology I had put together, then I had to leave. No last day for goodbyes. I was pretty sad.

In happier news, Steve and I went with our friends Eitan and Jacquelyn last night to see “Mad Hot Ballroom” at an outdoor performance in downtown L.A. In spite of several hours spent sitting on cold cement, I enjoyed this documentary a lot. It made me want to (1) MOVE/dance, with Cuban motion for extra points and (2) adopt an adorable fifth grader right now. On the way home, we listened to the Playboy station on Eitan’s XM radio.

Oh, this (the downtown part, not the Playboy part) reminds me, too, that my friend, Sarah, showed me around some of the cool things to do in downtown the other day. We took the train from Pasadena (she lives near there, in Monrovia) and checked out Olivera Street, Grand Central Market, the Cathedral of Our Lady of the Angels and more. Sarah is a great guide-to-all-things-hip, even if she did walk me into a state of extreme muscle soreness.