Uuuuuuugh. Had an appointment Sunday to get phone battery replaced. They told me to wait and come back when they had a replacement phone just in case. Ok fine. Drove here tonight through like 45 minutes of traffic (no idea why) and they say. Ok cool we can have it for you by 10am tomorrow. Maybe 8pm when we close tonight, you can check in then. So do I (a) drive home (possibly through shitty traffic) and drive back tomorrow after work and be without my phone all day or (b) wait around at this mall for an hour and a half and possibly get my phone (or possibly not)??? If I stay I might get my phone and will probably do the same as I would at home (read on this iPad, eat dinner). But might stay for nothing. Aaaaargh.

It worked out, though felt hella awkward—I came back a few minutes before they closed and the girl said she’d go look and see, and then they were closing and she hadnt come back, so someone else went, and eventually they were like “well it’ll be about 15 more minutes but you’re here so you might as well wait”. So I ended up sitting in the store for 30 minutes after they closed, while they cleaned up and stuff, but eventually got my phone! Whew!! And now the battery should last more than half the day.

So I ended up sitting in the store for 30 minutes after they closed, while they cleaned up and stuff, but eventually got my phone! Whew!! And now the battery should last more than half the day.

Huzzah! Well waited!

I must say my current iPhone has so much more battery life than the previous iteration.

May battery life disappear in the rearview mirror just like slow dial up connections and spinning hourglasses icons.

I had long involved bizarre dream last night and I’m weirdly emotional this morning. Might be unrelated, but anxiety sure is up and the anxiety is definitely linked to both dream and emotional state, if not the cause of both.

Core of dream was high school gradation, college graduation or reunion event, and Buffy event anniversary. All on same day. Me being involved in all, despite not being a younger me. Dream logic is wibbly wobbly timey wimey at best. So despite me graduating hs the same day as college and as an over-middle aged person making zero sense, that was what was happening(I’m guessing this is due to all the graduations posts and activities I am seeing on social media and around town). Also odd I was clear in my dream that I had already graduated hs. In fact, one of the conversations I had in the dream was wanting to know my class rank. I knew I had not worked as hard as I had when I first went through hs (I am guessing this is subconscious stress about professional certification test I need to take in next week that I am unprepared for).

There was lots of other stuff, but the most important was that ita was there. And despite her being there and having some interaction I was also aware in the dream that she had passed and unlike other people in the dream I could not hug her.

I need a nap already.

Dreams are so weird like that, with people who are gone. I had one, too, that has left me weirdly emotional.

Last night i dreamed that i woke up and my family had arrived to help me move in, including my brother, father, sister (not speaking to me), a couple random aunts and uncles, and my mother (deceased last year) and her mother (deceased fifteen years, Alzheimer's for ten before that).

My grandma kept falling and it was supposed to be funny somehow. I knew she and my mom were really dead and I wasn't sure who else could see them, but I didn't want to say anything out loud in case they disappeared.

Also, of course, I was not fully dressed and was totally unprepared and for some reason my parents brought both dogs and a new pitbull puppy named Pistachio.

This morning I went and got my tools from my old job, came home and a friend helped me organize for a couple hours. She's gone and I am shaky and sweating. But i went through my craft stash pretty ruthlessly and now have a space for stuff i will need in the first three weeks.

I just have to actually pack the stuff.

I hereby declare Buffista nap time.

My Mom's 78th birthday is this month, and she texted me and my brother to say that she wants Amazon gift cards because she's planning to buy a pair of Doc Martens.

I think I'm going to have to buy a pair of Docs, because I can't let my Mom be cooler than me.

She and my stepdad just got back from 2 weeks in Scotland, so I feel like there's a story she isn't telling us about falling in with the punk scene in Edinburgh.

Dreams are so weird like that, with people who are gone. I had one, too, that has left me weirdly emotional.

After not dreaming about JZ for many months, I've dreamed about her twice recently. The last one we were at a party and she was upset with me about something, but when I tried to talk about it with her, she set her mouth shut and shook her head "No." Like, "No, we're not talking about this now at this party but I'm definitely mad at you."

I woke up anxious to talk to her and resolve the situation until I realized she wasn't beside me.

So it goes.

I hereby declare Buffista nap time.

I'm actually feeling kinda perky right now.

I made another roasted vegetable hash with soft fried eggs on top, and have already checked in online and downloaded all three boarding passes to my phone. Productive!

I got to see my friend Eleanor yesterday, who was just returned from her honeymoon in Bali. Her wedding day was the same as the Memorial so we had commiserated with planning stress on the lead up to our respective events.

I got more detail about her wedding, and my favorite story was about the lead singer in the wedding band.

Eleanor's in-law side of the family was talking all during the toast by Eleanor's beloved sister. The lead singer, a badass rocker with a wolf cut and leather pants, took the Mic and addressed them after saying, "I have a sister and giving a toast can be a very vulnerable experience. It's extremely disrespectful to talk over her during the toast." Then she pointed at Eleanor's sister and said, "That was beautiful."

So sometimes the angel you need in the room is a woman in leather pants and a fuck-it attitude.

She and my stepdad just got back from 2 weeks in Scotland, so I feel like there's a story she isn't telling us about falling in with the punk scene in Edinburgh.

I need that story and you need some Docs!

Last night I dreamed I was in a vacant lot in Manhattan, and I found all these Christmas presents lying around, and it turns out it was supposed to be an art installation by some other artist, who never appeared in the dream, yet somehow I knew all about him. I was arranging the artwork in the lot, and then I noticed that they were about to start construction, so I found a different vacant lot to set up the arrangement. And then people started coming in and enjoying the art, yet still I felt melancholy and lonely, I guess because I felt underappreciated.