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10 minutes because I need to get dressed and go to work soon. Just wanted to jot down a few things. I bought a lap-top because I'm insane. I thought I'd be able to use it to fix my iPod. Yeah, I know, $900 purchase to fix a $300 one. What's worse is that it didn't work. The iPod is still busted. I do have a nifty laptop now, and once I purchase an appropriate tool for data input (wireless keyboard/mouse) I'll be set to move on with my plan; which remains unchanged. Step 1, do x. Step 2, ???. Step 3, profit. Ah well, that was all for posterity.
I had a dream last night and it kinda rattled me. It was very vivid. I dreamt that I had a suite at LFC again. Only, it was a groovy suite. I had a double, to myself, and there were 3 bathrooms. The single in our suite was occupied by Arlene, which is what threw me. I miss her more than I usually let myself know. Anyways, this dream took place over Thanksgiving weekend. Arlene was an ambassador, and as a result we had to host a student that weekend, from PLU. She was not particularly cool, and since Arlene was in a single we decided to give her the extra bed in my room. Which is...fine. Anyways, the two of them were hanging out in my bed while I was in the semi-lofted spare and my phone starts ringing. I answer and it's McClusky inviting me to Cleveland for our Thanksgiving school-years traditional dinner with his family. I'm stoked to go and I try to get our new guest to join, but she declines. As a good joint host I also feel compelled to decline the invitation and we go to dinner in the caf. Which sucks. But Wes was there, so I talked with him a bit.
After I woke up I thought about writing Arlene to tell her that I was dreaming about her and that I hoped we could hang out sometime. But then my depression brought me back to reality and I figured she'd be better off left to her own devices. Who am I to intrude.
Other oddities have been occuring recently, depression rocked me pretty hard. Had some tough times, trying to snap myself out of them. On the other hand work is going swimmingly and I'm not looking forward to moving to Seattle in August. I moved out of my folks' home into a lovely little apartment that I am constantly struggling to keep tidy. Well, I'm constantly struggling to keep my room tidy. It's an uphill battle due solely to my extreme laziness and doldrums. Is that the right word? I consistently want to use words, and then look them up because I'm not sure that I'm using them correctly.
I had a dream last night and it kinda rattled me. It was very vivid. I dreamt that I had a suite at LFC again. Only, it was a groovy suite. I had a double, to myself, and there were 3 bathrooms. The single in our suite was occupied by Arlene, which is what threw me. I miss her more than I usually let myself know. Anyways, this dream took place over Thanksgiving weekend. Arlene was an ambassador, and as a result we had to host a student that weekend, from PLU. She was not particularly cool, and since Arlene was in a single we decided to give her the extra bed in my room. Which is...fine. Anyways, the two of them were hanging out in my bed while I was in the semi-lofted spare and my phone starts ringing. I answer and it's McClusky inviting me to Cleveland for our Thanksgiving school-years traditional dinner with his family. I'm stoked to go and I try to get our new guest to join, but she declines. As a good joint host I also feel compelled to decline the invitation and we go to dinner in the caf. Which sucks. But Wes was there, so I talked with him a bit.
After I woke up I thought about writing Arlene to tell her that I was dreaming about her and that I hoped we could hang out sometime. But then my depression brought me back to reality and I figured she'd be better off left to her own devices. Who am I to intrude.
Other oddities have been occuring recently, depression rocked me pretty hard. Had some tough times, trying to snap myself out of them. On the other hand work is going swimmingly and I'm not looking forward to moving to Seattle in August. I moved out of my folks' home into a lovely little apartment that I am constantly struggling to keep tidy. Well, I'm constantly struggling to keep my room tidy. It's an uphill battle due solely to my extreme laziness and doldrums. Is that the right word? I consistently want to use words, and then look them up because I'm not sure that I'm using them correctly.