Yowch, lisah! At least you know what you'd do if there were someone standing near your bed?
My wakeup dream this morning was that I'd left the door to the swag wag open, and a bunch of bugs had gotten in it. So I went to knock them off, by which time it was my van instead, in my childhood driveway in Ohio, which should have been a clue, but no. So I was knocking them off the seat, ladybugs and flies and those weird little green bugs, and couldn't get them all to leave. Now my subconscious decided it wasn't enough bugs, so as my gaze went further down the seat, it was grasshoppers and
spiders
and all bigger bugs and finally my brain was all, wait, this is ridiculous. And I woke up.
I dreamt again there was a black barber near my house. I keep having this dream. I don't even need a haircut. I think.
Oh. my. god. My head hurts a huge amount. I am officially on the hunt for a new migraine specialist. I've been trying to make an appointment with this guy for a couple months now. Onto specialist #5? I don't want to.
At least you know what you'd do if there were someone standing near your bed?
I'd fall right on them! If they were hovering over my bed I'd punch them (like I did the ceiling fan a couple of years ago).
I'm pretty sure my default state at that point is cower, so you're already up on me!
I finally read that Kiki Kannibal article. In her situation, getting off the web might be admitting defeat, but seriously. Get off the web and work on face to face interactions for a while. Or don't work on them. Just get off the web.
Ah, work email? Please to update. I can't work without you.
I'm just now reading Krakauer's article on Greg Mortensen. I'm only a few pages in and already furious.
Morning, all. This break thing is awesome.
The weather here continues to be...springy, by which I mean chilly and grey. Ah, well. I need to stay inside and work on stuff, anyway. I can go out a little later to the grocery store.
Finishing my coffee, I actually wrote 2 blog posts last night, and am gearing up for resume tweaking when my brain hits fully caffeinated capacity. I bought a lemon cupcake candle yesterday, so I think I'll listen to music and chair dance and work resumes until the smell reminds me I must go to grocery store, buy food.
Nice!
I hate real-dreams. Ugh. I usually love my dreams, but I have some bad ones journaled from years ago that are instantly and terrifyingly vivid when I re-read the entries.
ita needs a new brain, pass it on...
And a new front opens up in pastry purism. I am just returned from Trader Joe's where I discovered something called the pretzel croissant. I wonder if that's what kicked off the 30-Years-War?
