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Trippy Dreams

February 15, 2012

So just an average insane day at work. Crazy things happening left and right and then I get this email from my best friend Emily.

“Hey! So I’ve been home with the nastiest cold, ever. I had to take tylenol cold twice last night to get to sleep. Anyway, so this morning I’m pretty sure that stuff made me trip balls because I had the WEIRDEST dream with you in it. We were at some weird craft fair (typical) and there was this Greek style of candle that you really really wanted. You had one from Greece but it broke or something and you were really upset about it so you wanted another but the one that had left didn’t look right. They offered to make you another one on the spot and mail it to you. It was called a “margarine” candle but it required five cups of your blood to make… one cup of blue blood and four cups of red. The blue blood came from holding a flame next to your thumb until a blue liquid came out that the woman showed us you could use as ink… Then the four cups of regular blood just came from your thumb so it took you forever and you had to drink like 10 juice boxes to keep from fainting. You asked me to take photos of the process for your blog and I kept getting dizzy. In the end, they made you your uglyass candle that looked like a gnome made of butter. You were thrilled.

What the fucking the hell, Tylenol Cold. NEVER AGAIN!”

LOL!!!! I read this over and over at my desk cracking up. Definitely the best thing to break up my day.

Happy Hump Day!

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3.30am

September 16, 2010

Sunday night

Monday night

Tuesday night

Wednesday night

Every night I woke up during the night around 3.30. I hardly ever, make that never, wake up in the middle of the night. But this week was different and I am not pleased. First I was having a hard time falling asleep. Then I would have really vivid wild dreams. The dreams actually started during a nap on Saturday. Either way these are not the butterfly and rainbow dreams. These are the wake up in a start kind of dreams going ‘ WTF???’

So, lets take last night… I go to bed around 11.30 and lay there and lay there and you get the picture. Finally I fall asleep and sure enough wake up in the middle of the night. Look at my alarm clock and, big surprise, it’s 3.30. I was not hot, cold, tangled in sheets, uncovered, didn’t have to pee, no bad dream at that point… nothing really to wake me up. So I lay there willing myself back to sleep, all while checking the clock… 3.45 then 4.00 then 4.15 then 4.30. I feel back a sleep after than just to wake up at 5.15 to start my day.

I think of is because my Pricer is not here this week, a busy week at work, the chaos that was our apartment (was finished last night!! Pics to come), and the change in season. Well I can’t fix all of those things but the 1 thing I can do is try unisom for the first time ever and hope that I make it past 3.30. So I’m off to bed before 8.30 hoping to get some real sleep tonight.

The Facts of Life

December 3, 2009

You take the good, you take the bad,
you take them both and there you have
The Facts of Life, the Facts of Life.

That theme song perfectly described my day yesterday…

Good- wake up early to do homework.

Bad- I suddenly realize that I left my chicken soup out of the counter at work. The story behind this is that it was still completely frozen at lunch on Tuesday even though I put it in the fridge on Monday to defrost. Planning on taking it out for a few hours would help it thaw so I could have lunch on Wednesday. However I realized I never put it away.

Bad- I wanted to toast bagels for Price and myself. Our toaster oven has a mind of its own so it can either take a long time 1 day or go quickly the next. The smoke detector going off before 8am is a sign that 1) it toasted quickly yesterday 2) I burned the bagels. But I ate it anyway, yep I did. Burned bagels are awful.

Bad- Get to work. Fears confirmed that my soup is ruined. Throw out a big container- like 3 lunches- of soup.

Good- I’m getting faster at doing Photoshop. I really struggle with it so things seem to be looking up. I love learning new things and pressure but I was hating on Photoshop yesterday.

Bad- Right before leaving for class I hear people discussing the meeting tomorrow, the meeting all this struggling in Photoshop is for. Although the client accepted the invite for 4pm they can’t do it then. I have to leave for class before finding out the new time.

Good- although I had to ‘listen’ to my crazy teacher for an hour and a half I enjoyed class because 1) I got to read magazines in class. 2) Today for some reason he mentioned space shuttles and the technological faults behind them (Challenger and Columbia), except he was wrong and someone told him that. That does not seem like a big deal but no one speaks in class, well we just mumble to ourselves when he says things like “WWII demolished Japan” and “You know what I’m trying to say…” 200 times a class.

Good/Bad- My boss emails me that the meeting is now at 10am. FML. Sooo glad to know so I can get in early but damn that’s a big loss of prep time!

Good- Get home- vent to Pricer about my day and go through the mail…. Christmas/birthday presents I ordered arrive, check from my dad, and Liz Kartchner’s new book!

Good- While doing homework I watched the tree lighting at Rockefeller Center and then Glee. (Aretha Franklin needs a new stylist)

Bad- Go to bed way too early at 11.30 but I decided that I needed to survive the day getting up at 5 and not having a meltdown because of Photoshop and Revit. Now need to stay up even later on Thursday and just about everyday until the final review.

I think that is crap, stress, and mood swings lead to my dream of being held hostage by Kirk Cameron. Yep, Growing Pains’ Kirk Cameron. So here goes…. for some reason I am being held hostage. He is the guard for this operation. He tells me that he really does not want to see anything bad happen to me, since he is a Christian. Things even get to the point that he tells me he is willing to let me go if I agree in Creationism. I really want to go but I can’t agree. So I beat him with his crocoduck poster (seen above) and escape.

Let’s see what today brings.