What would YOU do for a Klondike bar?
Last night I got one hour of sleep. I don't know why---I felt OK (aside from being sniffly, and an extra pillow helped out a lot with that), I just wasn't tired. I tossed and turned and pet the various animals and finally shut my eyes for good around four thirty. I spent that one hour dreaming I was back in high school, realizing that despite attending eight full periods of class I was STILL somehow missing my Social Studies course, and that I was failing. This is a classic anxiety dream, although I can't for the life of me imagine what I'm anxious about. I suppose I'm sort of anxious about buying a lawnmower. I mean---what if I run over my foot with it? Is that covered under the warranty? Do lawnmowers COME with warranties? Are they better than the warranty that comes with cars? Do they still make those old fashioned manual mowers that just use a rotating blade? Does Gillette have their foot in THIS market as well?
At some point the alarm went off and somehow I managed to shower and get myself into work on time despite many of the traffic lights being out due to the mini-monsoon season Ohio is going through. I don't remember much of the day after actually arriving at work. I know I spent most of my morning on the phones with the courts, trying to cancel things we'd spent months desperately trying to get scheduled. And I faxed a lot. And I may have cursed a few times. I didn't actually seem to get much actual WORK done, unless you count breaking two printers as being "work."
I think I may be on my second wind. I've gone to the grocery store twice and tried to find a couch online and drank a third of a giant bottle of low-sodium V8 juice. I also played "tug on the sock" with the dog for five minutes and spent another ten pleading with him to stop drooling on my leg. You know? It's like those television agents who are always drooling over my talents. "Back off" I say to them. "This lady doesn't do nudity, even IF she has gigantic DD breasts. My body is a piece of art, and you can't put a price tag on that." And then they throw money at me anyway as I strut down the street. Sooooo annoying, but that's the price of fame, I guess.
I just put my hand into my giant mop of hair and came up with a bobby pin. When did I put a bobby pin in my hair? Strange.
At some point the alarm went off and somehow I managed to shower and get myself into work on time despite many of the traffic lights being out due to the mini-monsoon season Ohio is going through. I don't remember much of the day after actually arriving at work. I know I spent most of my morning on the phones with the courts, trying to cancel things we'd spent months desperately trying to get scheduled. And I faxed a lot. And I may have cursed a few times. I didn't actually seem to get much actual WORK done, unless you count breaking two printers as being "work."
I think I may be on my second wind. I've gone to the grocery store twice and tried to find a couch online and drank a third of a giant bottle of low-sodium V8 juice. I also played "tug on the sock" with the dog for five minutes and spent another ten pleading with him to stop drooling on my leg. You know? It's like those television agents who are always drooling over my talents. "Back off" I say to them. "This lady doesn't do nudity, even IF she has gigantic DD breasts. My body is a piece of art, and you can't put a price tag on that." And then they throw money at me anyway as I strut down the street. Sooooo annoying, but that's the price of fame, I guess.
I just put my hand into my giant mop of hair and came up with a bobby pin. When did I put a bobby pin in my hair? Strange.
posted at 6:27 PM
5 Comments:
MY dream consisted of being at some band camp and finding yet ANOTHER full litter box in my car.
And when I went to remove said litter box, I realized that used litter was generally spread ALL OVER the inside of my car!
So, yes--my dreams are much like real life. No anxiety there...just a bunch of filthy, stinky, cat litter.
Um...did I mention that we still have three adorable kittens needing homes?
My dreams have related to non-descript foreplay.
Weird.
Is your yard medium-ish? Get an electric lawn mower. It'll cost about the same as a gas lawn mower, but you will never need to change the oil, spark plug, or air filter... LOW MAINTENANCE.
Moreover, it'll cost you like, thirty cents a month to charge it, as opposed to six dollars to fill it up...
my anxiety dreams usually involve me and 6 women. and one of them going unfulfilled. damn them for not communicating what they like/dislike.
I hate finding an old bobby pin in my hair! Nothing makes you feel more unkempt.
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