December 2005

12/5/05
Saturday, despite the procrastinating, was productive.

Something happened with Olympics Guy. Sometime in the afternoon, I was nodding off in front of the TV playing Dragon Quest 8, I heard him shout "No!" and then his crying. Honest to goodness, I didn't know what to do if anything. If I went upstairs to be neighborly, it could be the wrong time. Once again, I decided to remain parked on my fat ass. Another reason why I'm condemned, this time I'm in the same class as Kitty Genovese's neighbors.

sunday

raddidge came over, hurray hurray! We went shopping where I bought presents for my sister and raddidge's mother. Also I had an idea what to get my mom which would be along the lines of what I'm getting for my father.
After four and a half years, I have purchased a new pair of sneakers. The old, battered sneakers were on their last legs. I am pleased at this development.

During our late lunch, I talked about New Jersey and a possible trip in June. Also I related a story about Spot. Saturday night, against my better judgement, I drove to Wing Stop for some wings. Spot came along and I learned she doesn't particularly like the smell of spicy food. When I came back and opened the door, the bag of wings was held out before me and Spot flattened her ears once she caught a whiff. This worked to my advantage because I could use the spicy foodstuff to keep her from running out of the car. Poor Spot ended up getting stuck between the side of the passenger door and the passenger seat trying to scramble into the back. raddidge found this to be hilarious. Poor Spot!

must remember

Rent Defending Your Life and show it to raddidge.

In Yer Dreams

My dream involved tiny living cars. Since they no longer had a driver, they came to life and drove around on the highways and through the streets. Obviously their eyes were headlights and the grill was their smile. One had a particularly sad but sweet story. The little yellow jeep was being driven by a little bear cub when it fell off the side of the road into a stream. Poppa Bear came along, told Baby Bear to let the cab fill with water then open up the door. They left the poor yellow jeep to rust in the stream but through strength of will the vehicle righted itself and four wheeled to the banks and freedom.

Each of the cars was about half the size of their normal, waking life counterparts.

Also I learned that there's a spring in Manitou Springs which is dedicated to Venus and has strange yet beneficial properties like blue kryptonite. There wasn't more remembered from this aspect of the dream.