First, the construction of this sentence just made me think, "Last night, I dreamt I went to Manderley again."

t smooches Teppy It's my brilliance, I just can't help it :)

Frank is me. I suddenly realize I need to go to class, and then I realized I haven't been in like, months, and I really have to go but I'm really scared to, etc...

Yep, that's exactly it. "How did I forgot about this class???!?!??!"

I've had this one too! And it's always the day of a big test or final.

"I had the pear dream again."

"We are all lost."

I have college dreams every now and then, but they're always sort of fun (I had such a freakin' great time intellectually and it was such a pretty campus with lots of great rambly neo-Gothic buildings to explore; when I dream about going back and living there again as my late-30s wiser, better socialized, properly medicated self, it's academic geek heaven).

My big, big anxiety dreams are always about plays -- every time I finish a production, about 6 weeks later I'll have a dream that the play wasn't actually over, it was just on hiatus, and the first performance of the second run is in a few minutes. Every word of the damn thing has completely deserted me, the house is packed, and the rest of the cast is dressing and running lines and giving me puzzled, uneasy, "Please don't betray us all with your incompetence" looks, and I beat myself up endlessly for my stupid forgettery.

Which I suppose is the upside to not having done any shows at all in the past three years, I guess.

Contract-ma in abundance, CaBil! Whatever its other faults, 2006 has definitely gone like gangbusters WRT Buffistas and book contracts.

It seems the store has a fulltime employee whose job it is to swoop up and grab babies out of the shopping carts their deficient parents leave them in on the way up the shopping cart escalator. Wheee! It's a carnival ride! Except for the dozens of signs in several languages warning about its dangers.

Whuh-huh? Mal goes in the cart on the cart escalator at least twice a week. It's less dangerous than having him standing trying to cram his fingers into the treads or getting stomped by the people shoving their way up the escalator. In fact, it's not even vaguely dangerous - the shopping carts are more dangerous on slick marble. And before he could stand on his own, what was I going to do with him?

Do the shopping escalators there require carts with special wheels?

I was sad I didn't have time to stop for food on the way to work but when I got here there was a big box of goodies from mall management. Yay! Cookies for breakfast!

Hellooooooooooo, Bitches!!

From last night:

I directed our Readers Theatre piece. It went well and was fun.

Neat. What was it?

It was a story from the children's book "Bible Stories You Can't Forget No Matter How Hard You Try." It has funny takes of well-known Bible stories. The one we did was "The Three Wise Guys." While it sounds like a Sopranos version of the story, it really isn't. It's cute and fun and we add in some lines that we know will go over well with our liberal, lefty church. People seemed to like it which is always nice.

{{Ginger}} Tooth bits are supposed to stay attached.

All kinds of ~ma for CaBil.

So far at work today, I have gotten here at 11am. Answered a few emails, finished a report, futzed around, gotten coffee. I enjoy this short-timer thing. I do, however, look exceptionally cute today in a new dress [link] and new shoes [link]

I was sad I didn't have time to stop for food on the way to work but when I got here there was a big box of goodies from mall management.

I kinda dreamt this happened, but then I realised I don't have a job.

Which is in no means a play for sympathy. I think it's really funny that I only worked the discrepancy out now on reading your post.

Publishma to you, CaBil.

Good ~ma, CaBil!

Reading Bitches at school (bad teacher!) is interesting. The security on the wireless will randomly stop the page from loading in the middle of posts once the "number of questionable words exceed[s] the limit" or if there is a "prohibited word." So then i have to play "Up the post number in the address!" until I get past the naughty word. It's fun in a funny way.

So if I miss something cursable, that's why.

The memory game went well! Yay for random exhausted ideas! Now I just need to get a bunch of administrative stuff done in the next... 20 minutes. Oops. Why am I here again?

ETA: Oh! Meant to say that I used to get the "what? I've been enrolled in this class all semester and forgot?" dream ALL THE TIME. Mostly because I skipped most lectures in college, and my schedule for problem sets was haphazard and never written down. I actually did forget to do problem sets for a class for the first 3 weeks once. That was... fun.

Contract~ma, CaBil.

I am in such a craptastic mood today. I didn't sleep much last night, and I woke up in a lot of pain. Mom had taken the day off today to help me get some stuff done around here. I know I am being a bitca to her, but I can't seem to snap out of the crappy mood.

{{{Aimee}}} I hope your day has improved.

{{{Suzi}}} Sorry about all the work stuff.