Life As A Louse
Last night I dreamt that I had to pass this house on the way to my El station and there was a big snow pile in front of it that I had to sled down to get by. It was right on the main street and I hated going past it because Hayden Christensen lived there and we did not get along.
Somehow I ended up going into the house where I bumped into Hayden’s identical twin, who was super nice and was infatuated with me. I was attracted to him but it felt weird all the same, so I was running away from him around the house and then ran out the door and hid behind a car parked along the street. The good twin came running out after me and bolted right into traffic; just narrowly missing getting hit by the first car that was coming but getting nailed by the second.
He flipped over the hood and in the air in slow motion and then got taken away to the hospital. In the mean time, I bumped into the bad twin Hayden and he and I started getting along and I felt guilty that I caused the other Hayden to get hit by a car and was now getting along so well with his brother.
Back to reality; I got home last night and had everything in my apartment stacked to one side and was trying to think of any possible configuration that might work and I came up with nothing; though I did get to vacuum under the couch. Afterwards I ate dinner and watched a plethora of home improvement shows ending with ’Mission Organization’.
This woman had this tiny, ’L’ shaped studio in what I kind of assumed was New York. It was actually a very cool place and I didn’t feel so horrible for myself when I realized she didn’t have a bed, or a couch... only a cushion on top of a bench that she slept on. It only furthered my thoughts the past few days that I should just toss my bed and find other means of sleeping for the next year.
I was in bed by 9:30 but I think my body is so used to not getting enough sleep that I found myself sitting straight up at 3:30 saying to myself "six hours... this is more than usual... have I woken up late?"
I realized this morning that this balding guy on my El platform when I take the Metra in the morning is the same guy that gets off at my Metra stop and works in one of the buildings right over here; walking the same route I do. Maybe it’s not too odd but it seems like it is.
Lynn wants to get together for dinner tonight because she’s going to be up on the north side. So, I am hoping not only to sneak out of here early, but to borrow Jennifer’s car on lunch so I can go get some cash because my pockets are empty. I really need to work on getting that cash station card. I feel like I haven’t done much with my resolutions at all. I kinda remember the same thing happening last year. Just around the end of spring I was puttering out.
Along with that short story contest (which I have totally forgotten to write that guy back about) this other website I am on is having a poetry contest for the next three months as well. Only thing is, it’s to be judged by the members of the site so it sounds like just another popularity contest. I’m just sick of ’thinking’ about doing any of this shit and not doing it. Blah blah blah.... shut up!!
Ugh! Two and a half more days. Get me the hell out of here! I at least have enough to do to keep me busy (mostly) and away from Dearest. He was up on his high cross yesterday morning acting as if he was suffering from the Black Death. But, then I didn’t see him for the rest of the day.
Speak of the whale... er, devil..
Somehow I ended up going into the house where I bumped into Hayden’s identical twin, who was super nice and was infatuated with me. I was attracted to him but it felt weird all the same, so I was running away from him around the house and then ran out the door and hid behind a car parked along the street. The good twin came running out after me and bolted right into traffic; just narrowly missing getting hit by the first car that was coming but getting nailed by the second.
He flipped over the hood and in the air in slow motion and then got taken away to the hospital. In the mean time, I bumped into the bad twin Hayden and he and I started getting along and I felt guilty that I caused the other Hayden to get hit by a car and was now getting along so well with his brother.
Back to reality; I got home last night and had everything in my apartment stacked to one side and was trying to think of any possible configuration that might work and I came up with nothing; though I did get to vacuum under the couch. Afterwards I ate dinner and watched a plethora of home improvement shows ending with ’Mission Organization’.
This woman had this tiny, ’L’ shaped studio in what I kind of assumed was New York. It was actually a very cool place and I didn’t feel so horrible for myself when I realized she didn’t have a bed, or a couch... only a cushion on top of a bench that she slept on. It only furthered my thoughts the past few days that I should just toss my bed and find other means of sleeping for the next year.
I was in bed by 9:30 but I think my body is so used to not getting enough sleep that I found myself sitting straight up at 3:30 saying to myself "six hours... this is more than usual... have I woken up late?"
I realized this morning that this balding guy on my El platform when I take the Metra in the morning is the same guy that gets off at my Metra stop and works in one of the buildings right over here; walking the same route I do. Maybe it’s not too odd but it seems like it is.
Lynn wants to get together for dinner tonight because she’s going to be up on the north side. So, I am hoping not only to sneak out of here early, but to borrow Jennifer’s car on lunch so I can go get some cash because my pockets are empty. I really need to work on getting that cash station card. I feel like I haven’t done much with my resolutions at all. I kinda remember the same thing happening last year. Just around the end of spring I was puttering out.
Along with that short story contest (which I have totally forgotten to write that guy back about) this other website I am on is having a poetry contest for the next three months as well. Only thing is, it’s to be judged by the members of the site so it sounds like just another popularity contest. I’m just sick of ’thinking’ about doing any of this shit and not doing it. Blah blah blah.... shut up!!
Ugh! Two and a half more days. Get me the hell out of here! I at least have enough to do to keep me busy (mostly) and away from Dearest. He was up on his high cross yesterday morning acting as if he was suffering from the Black Death. But, then I didn’t see him for the rest of the day.
Speak of the whale... er, devil..