Blackouts, therapy and doom, oh my!
Last night we had a black out for almost exactly two hours. Incredibly surreal, I played the sims until my battery ran out, then I wandered out of bed, made tea, thought I was well enough to wander up the street and back drinking said tea and then settled back into bed with a forest fire's worth of candles and read till the power came back up.
During the night I heard the Nielsen Ratings system malfunctioning when it tried to connect to the house several times.
This morning I woke up and heard people moving around in the house which was weird because the ratings box on top of my tv said it was only 5:39am. CRAZY time to be awake, don't you agree? So I went back to sleep.
I began to have this weird dream where I would wake up and the ratings box would tell me it was a certain time, but that there was a clock further down below my tv that had the actual time and that I was running outrageously late for my therapy session today.
I woke up, looked at the ratings box (there IS no clock below it in my room, that's the only one) - 7:40am, still mega early, Bec and Erik would need the bathroom still so I'll wait till after 8:30am - and thought what a random dream to be having. Went back to sleep, and I had the same dream again. Woke up, its 8:33am. WTH? The phone rang, I wondered who on earth would be calling then and surely Bec or Erik would grab that. Went back to sleep. Had the dream AGAIN. Woke up, 8:36am. WHAT ON EARTH!? The phone rings again so I get up, grab a robe and stumble out to grab a phone.
Wandering into the kitchen to let Java out, my eye strays to the wall clock above the dining room table. Its 10:37am, and I'm 37 minutes late for my therapy session.
HOLY. CRAP.
During the night I heard the Nielsen Ratings system malfunctioning when it tried to connect to the house several times.
This morning I woke up and heard people moving around in the house which was weird because the ratings box on top of my tv said it was only 5:39am. CRAZY time to be awake, don't you agree? So I went back to sleep.
I began to have this weird dream where I would wake up and the ratings box would tell me it was a certain time, but that there was a clock further down below my tv that had the actual time and that I was running outrageously late for my therapy session today.
I woke up, looked at the ratings box (there IS no clock below it in my room, that's the only one) - 7:40am, still mega early, Bec and Erik would need the bathroom still so I'll wait till after 8:30am - and thought what a random dream to be having. Went back to sleep, and I had the same dream again. Woke up, its 8:33am. WTH? The phone rang, I wondered who on earth would be calling then and surely Bec or Erik would grab that. Went back to sleep. Had the dream AGAIN. Woke up, 8:36am. WHAT ON EARTH!? The phone rings again so I get up, grab a robe and stumble out to grab a phone.
Wandering into the kitchen to let Java out, my eye strays to the wall clock above the dining room table. Its 10:37am, and I'm 37 minutes late for my therapy session.
HOLY. CRAP.