And the crazy thing is you walk out of Ikea going…
“Yes!!! I got everything I need.”
And then you get home and look around and go,
“What did I spend that money on. Well the coffee table and new curtains look nice at least.”
It was a good trip, and we spent way more money than I thought we would. Glad this trip only happens once a year. All that money (what little of it there was) that was left over from Christmas just went to Ikea.
Unsurprisingly I am pretty tired this morning.
Yesterday was the first day of work since December 20th. I still have trouble falling asleep before midnight. If you don’t count twenty minute naps on the couch at 7:45. That was pretty unavoidable. I laid down holding my iPad above me reading the news and woke up twenty minutes later with the iPad on my chest having passed out.
Not that I was upset, but I spent the rest of the night in a haze waiting to sleep, crawled into bed just before 11 and then BAM… wide awake. Or mostly awake. Around one am I feel asleep.
This morning I even got to sleep in some (woke up at 6:30) and was dragging pretty good.
Tomorrow is going to be busy too. Ikea trip with Sam’s parents tomorrow morning and afternoon (and probably evening) and then a Wussy concert in the even. Sunday though…. Sunday I can pass out and sleep forever.
I had a weird dream that I was taking a photography class. It was bizarre enough that I took a picture of an actor and someone woman (whom I was friends with but can’t picture) and my instructor didn’t like pictures and sent me back to take more. The initial shot was taken in japanese restaurant, but the man wasn’t available for more shots.
Instead I changed to a fountain in a park. There a woman (again, no clue who she was, although this time around she kind of reminds me of Tami from college) modeled for me in front of the fountain. I took many shots, figuring the more the better. I even kept taking shots when a swim class showed up.
It was a bunch of four and five years olds along with several instructors all swimming in the fountain. All of a sudden they all got excited and swam towards the middle. They did a roll call and realized that they were missing two boys. I then figured out that I had taken pictures of the kidnappers taking the boys.
The police showed up and found a secret passage down the middle of the fountain. I went over and told them that I had a shot of the kidnapper, but couldn’t pull it up. The camera that I was using had been used by multiple people in class and had thousands of pictures on it. I sat there for a long time trying to figure out how to mass delete pictures but the dimming sun kept me from seeing the camera correctly.
It was just bizarre.
SoI don’t even really remember many winter breaks when I was younger. I don’t remember what I did (except those three when I wrestled… I didn’t eat those winter breaks. I know that.). I assume it was child-like things such as sledding, snowman making, and other nonsense. But don’t quote me on it.
So this one was filled with a week at home with my parents, sisters, brother, nephews, niece and friend (I only put one down, because he’s the only one… that I’m aware of… that was home). But I got a few new games (Swish is amazing, Array is pretty good too) and spent several nights drinking wine and playing games with my family. It was awesome, it was what I want when I go home, play time with the nephews and niece, and game time with the family and friends.
I got home a few days ago and Sam and I have been in ‘extreme lounge mode’. We’ve been watching tv, reading, cooking homemade meals with new recipes, cleaning, and working on puzzles. We put one 1,000 piece puzzle together, and are working on a second. Its fun minutia and I like it.
So here I am, last day of break. Lets see what is on my task list for today:
Alright, not a horrible long list. Half of that I can get done in the next hour. Christmas Tree is next. We need to get rid of it in order to tell our landlord about our tub. I took a bath last night and when I got out the tub half drained and then stopped to a slow drain. It took, I am assuming, about three to four hours to drain. It was most full and draining was l to the eye or able to be felt by the hand (putting your hand by the drain to feel suction). So yes, tree first.
Oh… and I need to clip my fingernails. I clipped them a week ago, less than a week ago, and they need it again. Stupid healthy fast growing fingernails.
So now I’ll find some good music to play that will provide energy and get started on the day.
So to follow up from my dream about the tiger.
In it, prior to the the tiger, I was here at my parent’s house, where I am now. There were some rats that were rabid, or zombie rats or something, and they were only in the basement, which is where I was staying with Angelo (Angelo came home with me for Christmas).
I went downstairs to look for him. Angelo came walking out from around a corner with another cat. It wasn’t DC (the last cat my parents had) or Fumbles (a cat they had a few years ago) or Oscar (my cat that died earlier this year), but it was a cat that seemed familiar to me. Angelo even got along with him as if they had lived together for years (which is weird, even though Oscar and Angelo lived together for years, they were never the type to follow each other around unless it was food time).
Anyways, they came around the corner, walking at first, and then running up the stairs behind me. This was also strange, because in the couple days we’ve been here Angelo has never ventured upstairs by himself. He’ll stare up from the bottom, but not walk up himself. And these aren’t the first set of steps he’s seen. Back in Buffalo he lived two years in an apartment where he had to go upstairs to use the litter box.
Back in the dream I was surprised to see this gnarly, old, patched-fur cat come strolling out. It looked bigger than a cat, but definitely a cat. It laid on its back and you could see missing patches of fur and scars where it looked like it had gotten in a fight. As I went closer to the cat it got bigger and bigger. Eventually it wasn’t a cat. I was close enough to touch it when I realized it was a bengal tiger. I slowly backed away but it flipped over on its feet and crouched low. As I turn to run up the stairs it leaps at me.
And that’s where I woke up thrashing. When I stood up out of bed I almost jumped back on the bed thinking there would be zombie rats (or rabid rats) on the floor.
Bizarre. First really vivid dream I’ve had in a while.
