Apr. 26th, 2008 12:06 am
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  • 18:52 Is that #
  • 18:54 Is that JOURNEY? #
  • 23:30 Kicking ass at dominoes with my family. #
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Apr. 25th, 2008 12:10 am
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  • 18:41 Disc golf at heritage park! #
  • 22:33 @jmdtova If you live in a city where the color of your clothes can be dangerous you should COME HOME. #
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Apr. 24th, 2008 12:09 am
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  • 18:41 Heading home to make a meatloaf for my sweetie. #
  • 19:41 I have made a decision. I shall work early tomorrow so that I may have enough daylight left to play disc golf. #
  • 20:02 I just wiped the harddrive of my 2.75 year old iPod in an attempt to save it's life. This is frightening. #
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I haven't had a good night's sleep for... a while now. I've given up on trying to sleep in bed, because I know I'm disturbing Erik with my flopping around, so I came out to the couch. I gave up on trying to sleep on the couch after about 45 minutes. I'm too tired to do anything constructive, and yet unable to sleep.

My father has sleep apnea, and just sleeping trouble in general. He had a ovulopalatopharyngoplasty for obstructive sleep apnea in the 80's, to little avail, and still to this day has to take prescription sedatives to sleep at night, which usually don't work, leading to overall fatigue and lots of brief napping.

I am TERRIFIED that I will wind up like him, even though I have no symptoms of apnea. I don't snore, or stop breathing in the night, or wake up short of breath or anything, I just can't stay asleep. I suppose that there's really no way to know for sure without doing a sleep study, but fuck if I could afford that without health insurance.

I just want to sleep. I've taken diphenhydramine to help me sleep a few times lately, but it makes me really groggy for several hours the next morning. I remember when I could sleep any where, any time, and wake up feeling reasonably rested. Those were the days... I thought that the shitty futon we were sleeping on was the problem, and my sleep did improve for a little while after we got the new mattress in February, but I'm practically back to square one now.
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I had the strangest dream this morning. There was an ArsClan LAN in Paris, but something strange happened on the flight over the Atlantic, and when we landed, we discovered ourselves in an alternate present. It seemed as if a form of neocon-fascism obsessed with Reagan worship had acheived global domination.

We were all wandering around, bewildered, when we were grabbed by some men-in-black, who we at first assumed were gestapo, but when we got to their headquarters, it turned out they were a resistance, led by Robert Downey, Jr., who was smoking the same kind of menthol cigarettes I used to like. He bummed one to me, and all of the Ars people were surprised. "You smoke cigarettes?" Only sometimes, I told them, maybe 3 per year, and that at the moment, I kind of needed it.

So we were being briefed on how to go back in time and prevent the neocon-fascists from taking power, and then all of a sudden the whole city started to flood violently. Everyone had to leave the underground headquarters, and we were running from the water. Erik switched into some kind of weird mode like Starbuck-just-knows-where-Earth-is, and led us to several secret-agent-style stashes of money and documents. He handed me a big white canvas bag heavy with gold pieces, and just as I was clearing everything out of my backpack except for my laptop to make room for the money, I woke up.
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It was so hard to come in to work today. The weather is perfectly perfect, and Erik made coffee and opened all the windows while I was in the bath. Jack the Shoekiller was looking all cute laying in a sunbeam and the air smelled so nice, and I've barely seen Erik for the last week, but I dragged my ass in here.

Jack, f.k.a. "the best dog ever", lost his title when we came home Monday to discover that he'd eaten one each of my hand-knit felted slippers and my very favorite black leather Born wedge sandals, which happen to be discontinued and impossible to replace. Wedges don't seem to be in vogue this year, so I don't know what I'm going to find to replace them.

If I had my way, I would have stayed in bed for at least another hour with Erik, then made a nice big breakfast. Then we would have gone for a nice walk, and then spent the rest of the afternoon lounging around in sunbeams.

Of course, this weekend is going to be chilly and damp. Of course.


Apr. 11th, 2008 12:10 am
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  • 15:22 My migraine is gone and with it my appetite. Ok. Weird but ok. #

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Apr. 10th, 2008 12:10 am
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  • 13:28 Need more sleep now. My head hurts and it sucks to be a girl. #

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A picture of resilience
Walton Man defies odds after brain injury merely by surviving

An oak tree on Green Road in Walton with two small dents in it is a small reminder of what happened to Matthew Reed.

It was Feb. 12, 2005, when Reed wrapped his 1997 Chevy Cavalier around the tree, yet survived.

"The right front tire of the car was touching the right rear tire of the car and it looked like that tree was coming through a nonexistent moon roof in the middle," said his mother, Meg Lusby of Taylor Mill. "The inside of the car was smashed down to 15 inches wide."

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I had a dream that I was at my parents' house and they were having a big barbecue party in the backyard. I was wearing a white and purple toga for some reason. We were all getting together to take a group picture when all of a sudden, a giant transformer-type thing fell out of the sky and a big piece of it landed in the backyard next door.

I immediately ran inside and went to the basement and turned on the TV to try to see if the news knew what was going on, and when I turned it on, all the stations were showing the Transformers movie. After a minute or two I noticed that there were only a few other people in the basement with me, so I ran back outside. I was running around yelling at my relatives and neighbors to stop looking at the debris and get inside!

What is it with me and disaster/survival dreams? It's usually zombies, but now it's Transformers? WTF.
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I have an appointment with a tow truck this afternoon. I'm donating my old dead car to Goodwill, because I can't think of anything else to do with it. It's a free tow, but I do owe the mechanic $75 for telling me it was dead.

I got up at 6:30 this morning, hoping to get in to work by 8:00, so I wouldn't be stuck here all night if this whole meetup with the tow truck gets delayed. Of course, we got several inches of snow and it took me an extra hour to get to work, so I'm not ahead at all now. Fantastic. I'll probably be stuck at work until 7:00 now, and I'll be hungry and cranky by the time I get home.

I'll have almost no time to relax tonight, because I have to get up just as early tomorrow so I can leave work early enough to make my hair appointment on time.

Just when I thought I was ahead of the game, winter smacks me back down.

29 days until the Spring Equinox... Yes, I know spring doesn't magically start on that day, but it's something to look forward to.
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This movie literally made me sick. The shaky, documentary-style filming was a cool device, to be sure, but my motion sickness just couldn't handle it. I stayed throughout the entire film because it hooked me and I wanted to see what happened, but I was green to the gills for 2 hours after it was over. The queasiness was not helped by the fact that there was a guy sitting in my general vicinity who had hosed himself down with Armani Gio cologne. Not only was he wearing entirely too much of it, it's the same cologne my least favorite ex wore. If I feel myself heading into nausea or headache, my sense of smell becomes more sensitive. It was bad enough that I literally got up and moved to a different section of the theater.

Physical effects aside, here's what I thought of it:

SPOILERS, lots of them... )
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I had a really vivid, detailed dream last night, with the passage of time and everything. I could swear there was even a montage. The plot of the dream seemed to span at least a month. It was about zombies, as usual, but this dream was more about the interpersonal aspects of being thrust into a survival situation. I found myself the leader of a few dozen people in a large mall, with a movie theater in it. I was in the theater watching a movie when the outbreak started. We heard screams outside before any zombies made it into the theater where we were, and we managed to barricade ourselves in, and eventually fight our way out.

The zombies in this dream were really slow zombies, so as long as we were careful and didn't panic, we were able to systematically clean out the mall. I arranged several daily check-ins, and everyone would gather in the movie theater I had designated as our HQ, and I would do a roll call. If anyone who had been assigned a patrol was missing, we would mobilize a rescue team to hopefully find our missing person, or at least put them out of their undead misery if they were already bitten.

The funniest part of the dream was what we called our little settlement... Snowball City. We called it that because we had about a snowball's chance in hell, and we were clearly in hell.

Do I dream of leading the resistance often? Actually, yes.

There was actually a 'scene' in my dream, just before I was appointed leader when someone stops me in the middle of a highly technical spiel about what we're up against and says "WHY do you know so much about this?" I just looked at them and said "I've always been really paranoid."

Regardless of what 'type' of zombies we'd be dealing with, there would have to be some neural/electrical activity present to coordinate muscle movements enough to attack, so it's commonly assumed that a headshot would be most effective in taking one down. Unfortunately, we didn't have access to any firearms.

Fortunately, we were dealing with slow zombies, so a few baseball bats scavenged from the sporting goods department were good enough, as long as they were in steady hands. The biggest enemy was fear. There was a 'scene' in which I taunted and dodged a single zombie for about 15 minutes while lecturing my ragtag band on zombie behavior, demonstrating how inept our foes were, as long as we kept our wits -- our greatest weapon -- about us.

I started delegating responsibility, let the weaker people be in charge of rationing and roll call, let the stronger ones take charge of clear-out and supply gathering... it worked surprisingly well. We busted a hole in the skylight ceiling above the food court and put out buckets for rain collection, and burned the corpses we cleared out on the roof of the parking structure.

I woke up just as we were getting ready to roll out of the parking structure in some reinforced vehicles, in search of supplies, survivors or salvation.

Are these recurring dreams a result of too much survival horror ingestion, or was I born to lead the resistance?
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This journal is pretty much full. I'm all but done with basically everything in it. It became cumbersome and stuffed with people I didn't want to really associate with. I'm starting a new journal, and the people I invite will know who they are. I'm not hiding or running from anything, just kind of a fresh start to go with other things in my life. I will still write here from time to time, but not nearly like I used to.


Jan. 24th, 2004 12:57 am
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You know you're a stoner when:

You start groping in your purse for something, and you forget what you were looking for before you find it.
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I have permanently lost internet access at work, thus I have much less time to read Lj. This happened 5 weeks ago, and my reading has been almost nonexistentent since then. Because of this, I need to seriously slim down my friends list so I can keep up with my real life friends and my longer-term lj friends. If you don't make the cut, but would like to keep my on your list, feel free.

Work Shit

Nov. 26th, 2003 07:48 pm
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I'll keep this brief. I'm being moved from my big desk to one half it's size, lodged between two yappy, stupid temps. I'm sick of being bitched out by people when I do outbound calls. I'm as polite as a telemarketer can possibly be. If I sense whatsoever that I am inconveniencing someone, I will offer to call them back at a later time. If I sense that someone doesn't want to be called again, I erase their phone number to make sure it doesn't happen. Why then, do I get screamed at and insulted the moment I identify myself, before I've had a chance to say anything but my name and that of my company?

I'm human, folks. I'm making a living and paying my taxes. I understand that people don't like sales calls, but please use some basic courtesy, please. How difficult is it to calmly say, "No thank you, I'm not interested. Please remove my number from your list"?

My tummy hurts from the Excedrin to took to make my head stop hurting.
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"Pool Reflections"
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My coworkers are stupid and rude. Shut up about Jesus. Shut up about your kids. Shut up about your baby daddy. Stop acting like you know everything and don't look at my like I have three heads when I say something that is realistically intelligent.

Or, just SHUT UP!!!

Perhaps having an I.Q. in the 98th percentile is a blessing, but sometimes it's a curse.
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