August 31
From my brain
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2008
Me 08:45, 31 August 2008 (EDT)
I dislike my body today. Apparently 10 non-stop hours of WoW and some alcohol is too much for me to do an all-night gaming session and so I went to bed before midnight.
Now, did I reside in blissful slumber until just enough time to shower and head to church? Noooo. I woke up at 5am. Then, I started thinking about the drama queens of the guild and how best to handle the situations involving them, and I couldn't fall asleep that well again.
Mind you there was this really bizarre dream where I found myself up early and ready for church. MIL and FIL were over to go with us, but for some reason I got the impression we weren't going to their church (which starts a normal morning hour) and still going to ours. I was a bit confused in the dream by that, but mostly because of the quantity of mascara that Wifey had on and the fact her hair was curly and poofy on the sides making her look like French poodle.
I remember walking around in the dream feeling it was absolutely real, and not being able to shake the fact that something about all of this did not make sense. I questioned that "reality" as I walked around in it, getting myself ready, and then at some point I shook my head and woke up back here at home.
Is today just historically the day for dumb and/or bizarro dreams?
2007
Me 09:42, 31 August 2007 (EDT)
I apparently have two modes of sleep: Barely Any, and Waking Up 15 Times. Last night, I was exhausted after the previous night's activities. So, last night I was committed to going straight to bed.
Princess was a dream. Was a little bouncy, but went to bed without issue. TheBoy, not so much. He fought / through fits every step of the way. The problem was that no matter how much he fights and pushes bedtime back, he still has to get 10 minutes of reading time in, and that's HIM reading, not us reading to him. If he does well at it, I'll read him a book of his own choosing.
We didn't start reading until after nine. The book was pretty simple for him to read, and he did realy well with it. Very minor "Ugggh! I can't do it!!!" stuff, and he managed to clear the whole book (even when Wifey came in and said, time for lights out, he remarked, "No! I want to finish it!"). By the end though, I was slouching down so I almost melted into a puddle of goo on the carpet. Then, he wanted his Fun Book, and Wifey agreed. I wanted to kill her at that moment.
I read him his book, blessed his room, said good night, and climbed into bed. There was no small talk, no "Honey, are you coming to bed?". Daddy was tired. I lay there for a bit while she was on the computer, and when she joined me, we talked for a bit (TheBoy briefly entered, and was shooed back to bed), and then I passed the hell out.
I did have this bizarro land dream though. It was some sort of Meet the Teacher night, but for alumni or something, and it felt like I was back in my own high school. The problem was that it wasn't in a school, all the classrooms were all these tiny little houses instead.
The one I was in had a small kitchen, a laundry room (big enough for washer and dryer only), an entry way for a staircase to the 2nd level, and some sort of apartment sized living room. I never saw the second floor, but stayed mostly in the laundry room while people came in and out visiting the teacher.
The teacher was my business / computer programming teacher from Sr. High. I joked with her that the last time I had come to see her, she'd moved on (truth actually, she's Director of IT for the school district now), and she already bailed for the day. Whatever I was doing there, I had no clue, but I found myself at varying points walking around in my t-shirt and underwear, rushing to dress as people came in to see "the classroom". There was no real point to the dream section otherwise.
- I think this just hit me what the symbolism here is: is it a representation of people coming to see our house? I mean, the way I was dressed was the way I typically hang about the house. When you're putting your house up for sale, quite often you may get a call from the realtor, "Hey, someone is coming to see the house. Go somewhere for an hour." Am I worried about literally getting caught with my pants down?
I woke up after it slightly bemused, but went back to sleep. I had a least 2-3 other dreams, waking up briefly again after them. Can't I just go to bed, sleep well, and wake up in the morning?
Now mind you, I still woke up tired, wandered into the bathroom to get ready, put on my medicine, went downstairs, made my tea, and then hopped online for a bit. Did some guild maintenance, and wandered a bit on line, caught the morning porn (really gotta stop that habit), and the next thing I knew it was after 7am. I still had to make tea, pack lunch, and grab breakfast.
Good grief.
2006
Me 07:13, 31 August 2006 (EDT)
- NOTE TO SELF: The next time one of your fillings is thinking about falling out, tell it to hang on at least until your dentist comes back from vacation.
Turns out my dentist is out of the office this week (week before Labor Day Weekend and all...makes sense). Gives the number for "dental emergencies" so, I call. I do this because every time I take a swig of fluid without thinking to only let it pass on the right sign of my mouth, I get this lovely shock go through my molar's exposed nerve network.
Well, I call them yesterday at 12:42 only to find out that their office hours end at noon. Most of the week they end at noon. Must be nice to work in an office where everyone (including the doctor) is part-time.
Meanwhile I felt like I was playing Russian Roulette this morning as I stared at my cup of mouthwash. Thankfully, once I held the mouthwash in my mouth for a second and brought it to my own temperature, it wasn't too bad.
...lets see if this dentist's office calls or if I have to call and beg.
Me 15:00, 31 August 2006 (EDT)
Teh t00th is fix0rd. Decent dentist. Not as cool as regular office, but fixed tooth and didn't charge me (gonna just take it up with my regular dentist since it was a filling that he had JUST put in).
2004
Me 03:39, 31, August 2004 (EDT)
It's days like this when I doubt that Chipotle is really authentic Mexican food.
I mean, I'm a deigo. A proud one at that. I make a mean pot of pasta sauce in a rainbow of varieties. I know the difference between good flat leaf parsley and that flavorless garnish french crap.
If I took some Heinz ketchup, squirted it into a pot, tossing in some oregano and sprinkling on some garlic salt, my Nonna would drop dead right in her kitchen. However, tonight, I got a soft taco so poorly folded there can be NO possibility that this is the way these people make 'em back home.
Yeah it's fast food. But they market that stuff -- tasty as it is -- as being authentic. It's several notches above Taco Hell, but still a far cry from Las Margherritas (praise Ceraun!), but it's damn tasty.
If they could only get them to figure out how to NOT dump half the contents out onto the foil wrapper.
/rant
2003
Me 10:22, 31, August 2003 (EDT)
I am an asshat.
- NOTE TO SELF: You should NOT be allowed to write comments or anything electronically really when you haven't gotten enough sleep.
- You are a complete fucking moron when you do so, which often enough comes to the detriment of friendships.
- Use some control: "I'm too tired. I should go to bed and NOT type ANYTHING."
