July 2007

7/17/07
I believe that the mid-summer slump is happening at work. This is a good thing because I like having time away from the office but it's a bad thing since it entails loss of income.

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There's another cat in the neighborhood. She's a tortie with a completely black front leg. Quite a striking look for a discerning caft but not as distinguished as fancy black spots on a creamy vanilla white coat. The first time I encountered Black Leg she was sitting in the window of a neighbor's apartment. A few days later she was wandering around outside making mischief with Bad Cat. Bad Cat is the free-willed black cat who lives with Alaska lady.

I didn't see Black Leg for two weeks or more. At first I was concerned then I figured that Black Leg found a home, went back home or was called back home ;_;. Since I saw her on Monday night, rest assured, Black Leg is in the pink and up to plenty of mischief.

yay internet When I come home I leave the front door open but lock the screen door to the laundry room. Spot goes upstairs, lounges on the dryer or on the floor and keeps cool with the air flow. Monday night I heard Spot yowling, meowing and chattering fifteen minutes after I took a piss and settled in for a night of internet. Fifteen more minutes I was getting annoyed in addition to becoming curious about the source of her annoyance and a mysterious plastic clicking sound.

Halfway upstairs Spot turned around to face me giving me an emphatic meow which said "Where the fuck were you?" Seconds later a familiar head peeked in the corner of the screen door and ran away upon seeing my corpulent bulk lumbering upstairs. Bad Black Leg! Teasing poor housebound Frau Spots. Also I think that Black Leg might've been trying to help Spot escape and have a neighborhood adventure.

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One of the things I hate about working is on Sunday nights and early Monday mornings I'll have annoying dreams about being late for work. Of course I'm never a few minutes late, I'm realizing the time is nearly noon and there's a snowball's chance in hell of getting to work before 5 p.m. due to extenuating yet forgotten circumstances.

Jesus fucking Christ, I've only been late to work twice in five years. Once when I was having car issues back in 2002. A second time from last year where I overslept on a Friday thinking it was a Saturday only to be awakened by my department manager calling me.

Fortunately I wasn't docked for being late and all was forgiven and forgotten.

Anyway these late dreams make me feel like I'm back in school.

For those of you playing along at home this dream is the 911^th dream. LOL JEWS DID 9/11

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Jeez, I hope I this isn't a repeat of that anagram.

So I'm living in my parent's garage. My mother has commandeered my old bedroom into her fruity girl office. The parents say it's a compromise because I'll be near my old bedroom without actually being in there. Surprisingly the garage has been cleaned up and de-cluttered by an unknown party. The living quarters are fairly spartan, a roll on the floor, cheap industrial carpeting and a dollar store clock that runs off a AA battery on the wall.

Never you mind that pretty head of yours why I'm working in Colorado but living in New Jersey.

I woke up in the dream and puttered around, rummaging through my father's tool chest and cabinets while trying to find some clean clothes. Blink and the clock shows the time as five minutes to noon.

Fuck. Now I have that "Late for class but don't know where the class is and boy am I in trouble" feeling from old school dreams. Double fuck. Plus the commute is a pain in the ass for me.

Eventually I'm on the road, traversing the mountains and finding my way back to Colorado hoping for a forgotten short-cut or way to cheat. The closer the clock gets to 5 p.m. the more my blood pressure rises and once it hits 5 p.m. I'm relieved but depressed at the prospect of doing it all over again the next day.

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I believe the motivating force behind this dream stems from fitful sleep. The first time I awoke in the night everything was still dark. A little later I woke and flopped over so my arm wouldn't fall asleep. By 7 a.m. I was relatively awake and waiting for my alarm clock to announce the arrival of 7:20 a.m..

For those of you playing along at home, that feels like an eternity.

In short I believe I'd sleep better and have nicer dreams if I was able to comfortably sleep through the night without waking up at all hours even if it's for a brief moment.