Dead rabbit, weird dreams
The bloody, decapitated head of a baby rabbit is staring at me through the window to the patio.
My cat, Jason, has taken quite well to killing things. Jennifer told me last night that he'd killed a baby rabbit. Yep, sure enough, there it is on the back porch. Or part of it, at least. She told me this somewhat accusingly, as though I am responsible for his murderous ways. She's got no room to talk. Her cat, Simon, once killed a baby rabbit, too. And he was bringing all kinds of baby mice (and adult mice) to the back porch last fall.
Next topic. Not quite as disturbing.
Last night I dreamed that I'd gotten a job at the OSU Library. Again. It was pretty much my old job, only worse. More focus on delivering things to people. Noooooo! In the dream, I learned that the reason my old boss no longer works there is because she got fired. I only found this slightly amusing. I was supposed to do all this work, only they'd moved everything around and nobody had bothered to tell me WHERE everything was. Also, I didn't have my own desk. I was sort of sharing one with a girl who seemed to be way too happy about me working there. Mostly, I felt humiliated at having to come back there and work with the same people who hated me the last time I worked there. I kept looking around for monsterofmud. I thought I would run into him, but I never did.
Okay, here's a better one.
A couple of nights ago, I had a dream that Weezer was playing in Stillwater. Yes! A bunch of dorks were waiting in the parking lot of the Citgo at the corner of 6th and Monroe because we'd heard that their bus, or limousine, or something was going to stop there to fuel up. Well, they did, and they also got out to talk to us. That was pretty cool. We were all hanging around marveling at how cool everyone in the band was, then the bass player started trying to make out with me. I was uncomfortable with that. Partially because Adam was there (love you, baby), but mostly because if I'm going to make out with someone from Weezer, dammit, it's going to be Rivers Cuomo!
My cat, Jason, has taken quite well to killing things. Jennifer told me last night that he'd killed a baby rabbit. Yep, sure enough, there it is on the back porch. Or part of it, at least. She told me this somewhat accusingly, as though I am responsible for his murderous ways. She's got no room to talk. Her cat, Simon, once killed a baby rabbit, too. And he was bringing all kinds of baby mice (and adult mice) to the back porch last fall.
Next topic. Not quite as disturbing.
Last night I dreamed that I'd gotten a job at the OSU Library. Again. It was pretty much my old job, only worse. More focus on delivering things to people. Noooooo! In the dream, I learned that the reason my old boss no longer works there is because she got fired. I only found this slightly amusing. I was supposed to do all this work, only they'd moved everything around and nobody had bothered to tell me WHERE everything was. Also, I didn't have my own desk. I was sort of sharing one with a girl who seemed to be way too happy about me working there. Mostly, I felt humiliated at having to come back there and work with the same people who hated me the last time I worked there. I kept looking around for monsterofmud. I thought I would run into him, but I never did.
Okay, here's a better one.
A couple of nights ago, I had a dream that Weezer was playing in Stillwater. Yes! A bunch of dorks were waiting in the parking lot of the Citgo at the corner of 6th and Monroe because we'd heard that their bus, or limousine, or something was going to stop there to fuel up. Well, they did, and they also got out to talk to us. That was pretty cool. We were all hanging around marveling at how cool everyone in the band was, then the bass player started trying to make out with me. I was uncomfortable with that. Partially because Adam was there (love you, baby), but mostly because if I'm going to make out with someone from Weezer, dammit, it's going to be Rivers Cuomo!