4/26/08
I'm thinking that April 2008 may have the most dreams out of all the Aprils featured here at heptapod.org.
hrm
I wish that the local library wouldn't throttle the downloads of mp3s. Old World Bagels is great but it's over the river and through the woods and right now I consider the distance to be prohibitive even if I only go once a week.

I have to look farther afield and seek out new places which may or may not provide free wireless broadband to their customers. The Pikes Peak Library District throttles mp3 downloads making my dial-up downloads seem speedy in stark contrast.

Sadly in this day and age the thought of going to Old World Bagels to abuse their internet has me thinking twice about such an excursion. Plus I need to rub two brain cells together in order to figure out how to safely transport my laptop to acquire my podcasts from escapepod.org and other sundry sites.

ambiguous
I know that cooking is easy but every time I try to get myself to start cooking something I will panic, condemn myself to failure and how it's just wasting food.

I'm sick of making the same shit time and time again. When I do get a notion to cook something new I derail myself by saying I don't have the right stuff in my meager closet of a kitchen.

In the hopes of saving some money in the long term I need to expand my humble mental repetoire of recipes so I can eat at home on a regular basis. Currently I can make:

  • Fried rice
  • Chili
  • Meatballs
  • Pasta
  • Sauce
  • Meatloaf

Maybe the chili needs me to glance back and forth at the piece of loose leaf paper bearing the instructions. I have a cookbook, The Joy of Cooking. One thing to keep in mind is purchasing cookware is an investment not an expense.

oneiromancy
Oh boy, I dreamt of zombies again. This time they were color coordinated. Zombies with red eyes were the violent ones, yellow zombies were scouts and there were miscellanous zombies of varying hues which made little to no impact on the dream.

I was hiding in a storefront. Apparently the concept of a locked door and window was enough to thwart any attempts at entry. While I was asleep my compatriots had left the building and didn't lock the door behind them which meant that zombies were now streaming in and making a beeline for yours truly.

Immediately I began forcing myself to wake up because the presentation was way too intense for my tastes. Thing is that I didn't wake up and simply forced myself into a dark place until I realized I was still dreaming which drew me back into the prior reality.

Now I was a zombie. A red zombie. The undead were walking shoulder to shoulder carrying flasks of yellow and blue fluid. Smashing the bottles and spilling the liquid everywhere gave them much enjoyment. Another zombie told me they were getting rid of the antidote.

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