Grooooooooooooooooooooonk.

I had one long anxiety dream last night, went on for hours. Basically, it was 7 pm, then 8 pm, then 9 pm, and all my guests were here, and there was no food because I hadn't started cooking yet. And DH (whose job was to rearrange the apartment while I cooked), had rearranged the apartment in a way that made me really angry (I can't remember how, exactly, because the apartment I was dreaming in was shaped completely differently than the apartment we live in).

After waking up from this, and falling back asleep and having the same fucking dream continue three or four times, I finally decided that the only solution was to wake up and start cooking. So here I am.

Bleargh. Coffee.

Jessica, I HATE those kinds of dreams. I had one a couple of nights ago about moving. And it just kept going on and on and on. I also finally just got up, hoping to make it go away. They're no fun.

Cooking, though? Whatcha cooking? Can I come?

Don't count dates, Kate. Everyone will have a story that supports your fears, or contradicts them. Use your judgment based on your gut and interaction.

Meara -- whyfor would you have to accept what the universe offered, just because it offered it? I think you'd agree that just because it's available, doesn't mean it's either a good idea or even fun.

Lots of nibbly things for the Oscar party. We've got 20 people coming this year. (Gulp!) But hey, if you want to drive down, sure, come!

Oh, but then I'd have to miss my celebration with the Somervillains (for finishing my incompletes). Maybe next year. Must have margaritas.

Groceries are delivered and put away. Yay! Food!

Don't count dates, Kate. Everyone will have a story that supports your fears, or contradicts them. Use your judgment based on your gut and interaction.

You know, this sounds like very good advice. Thanks.

Augh, Jessica. I hate those kinds of dreams. My sympathies, but I hope the party is fun and worth at least a little bit of the stress beforehand.

Timelies!

Kate your date sounds fantastic. Jessica, the dream sucks.

This morning my alarm went off and when I went to hit snooze I accidentally hit my answering machine and the message from my supervisor called. Tomorrow there is a function after work and I agreed to help out and she was calling to say that she thought I might need to wear my comapny logo shirt instead of being kind of dressed up.

I hear this and freak out because I haven't done laundry and omigod how could I be so irresponsible and I stayed up too late so how am I going to function. But Is started looking for the clothes, it was 6 and dry ell takes 30 mins so I figured I'd be okay. Well the shirt has to be washed but I could manage that too. Only, I couldn't find anything and then I start to really panic and try to figure out what I'm going to do and around 6:15 it strikes me that my weekend was incredibly short and I don't actually remember Sunday and maybe it actually IS Sunday. Then I calmed down and went back to bed. I've been up for an hour and laundry is my top priority.

Oh dear, Askye, what a rough way to wake up.

Jessica, yuck dream. You have my sympathies.

meara, you are the kind of person that the universe owes many offers of good, such that you have to pick and choose or be overwhelmed. Thus, I declare that the good is just beginning.

Kate, I think the date sounds fabulous, and if you're happy, then that's all that matters.

Oh, askye, what a crappy way to start the day! At least it's still Sunday, though.

My paper is now up to 12 pages. It's supposed to be 8-10. Fortunately I already know that he doesn't care if it's a little long, but jeez... And I still have SO much left to explore. It's crazy.