Friday, August 04, 2006

Survival

I turned in the thesaurus, I created a power point presentation for it, I passed it around work for potential approval and use and then I got really, really tired.

I also finished the body of the SWTC blanket, started a hat, did laundry, vacuumed and realized I'm broke. I'm still tired.

I got a new tire after some fine, upstanding young gang members honked at me to tell me it was low on air and when I looked it, I noticed it was disintegrating. While staring at the tire, I also realized someone had bumped my car, leaving a nice scratched-up white and black patch on the silver bumper.

I finished some books.
47. The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.
48. The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.

I found a glaring error in one story. If a map was made based on tree heights 200 years ago, wouldn't the trees have grown, rendering the map much more difficult to read? Current measurements would lead you to the wrong spot, right? Does this mean I'm smarter than Sherlock?

I slept horribly last night due to a succession of bad dreams. My wedding kept getting postponed because people keep going missing, and I couldn't decide if I should wear the white wedding dress or the aqua monstrosity from Junior Prom. I found a giant cricket carcass in my bathroom cracked in half which mean there were a plethora of baby crickets roaming my house. Something about my car. Something about my tooth. Something about the front bathroom. I woke up in a weird, freaked out mood. I'm still tired.

I need to change this template because it's neutral month at Project Spectrum, but I seriously don't have the energy right now.

I'm going to work on the blanket and maybe take a nap. Possibly in reverse order.

2 comments:

Lisa said...

You're tired. Sleep is good. Some mysterious person, the boyfriend and I haven't figured out who, taped a fortune cookie fortune to our counter top that said, "You will accomplish more if you have fun this weekend." I think it's lovely advice. Breathe, my dear, breathe. :-)

Ashley said...

OY. Those wild dream nights suck. It's like it takes so much energy to come up with all that weirdness that your entire body is DONE. Here's to hopes for restful rest.