My feet are dead and dry.
Worst part of being nurse -- you're standing so often that the heels of your feet get all dry and hard and just ugly. And it hurts. Mehh.
It was probably some new work jitters, but last night's dream was so vivid and made quite an impression that I can still feel the emotions I had when I was having the dream when I think about it. Basically, I had a some stranger following me around this huge bookstore and I was so distressed about it; you know near-panic mode? Yep. I had to go and find someone who could help me, and my solution was to find these guys -- brothers who goes to the same church I go to -- and get them to help me. If you really want to know who this guy is, he has a tag. :P I found the younger one first and he walked with me a bit; stalker made more distance, but didn't stop. Found the older one, walked around and out the store with me (albeit with his entire family as well) but GUH. Why am I still feeling dreadful and scared? And why didn't I end up waking up with those fluttery, giggly girl feelings down in my tummy after dreaming of the guy I like?
I think this warrants a fun, relaxing movie. Right?
Happy birthday hermzie!
You don't seem to be having the greatest of birthdays from what I've read of your latest post, but I hope there's something incredibly memorable before the day ends. :) Even if it's...er, an hour over where you are. Heh. ♥♥♥
Oh, also? One bad thing about getting achy feet at the end of the day is that you don't really feel like working out because of it. But I have to get some workout done tomorrow! Oh, hospital and patients, please work with me here.
ETA: Does anyone use Dream Journal here? It's not as pretty as LJ or even GJ, but er...I trash all my dreams there. Everything's all private. XD Yeah, just thought I'd share.
My babble ends here!
It was probably some new work jitters, but last night's dream was so vivid and made quite an impression that I can still feel the emotions I had when I was having the dream when I think about it. Basically, I had a some stranger following me around this huge bookstore and I was so distressed about it; you know near-panic mode? Yep. I had to go and find someone who could help me, and my solution was to find these guys -- brothers who goes to the same church I go to -- and get them to help me. If you really want to know who this guy is, he has a tag. :P I found the younger one first and he walked with me a bit; stalker made more distance, but didn't stop. Found the older one, walked around and out the store with me (albeit with his entire family as well) but GUH. Why am I still feeling dreadful and scared? And why didn't I end up waking up with those fluttery, giggly girl feelings down in my tummy after dreaming of the guy I like?
I think this warrants a fun, relaxing movie. Right?
Happy birthday hermzie!
You don't seem to be having the greatest of birthdays from what I've read of your latest post, but I hope there's something incredibly memorable before the day ends. :) Even if it's...er, an hour over where you are. Heh. ♥♥♥
Oh, also? One bad thing about getting achy feet at the end of the day is that you don't really feel like working out because of it. But I have to get some workout done tomorrow! Oh, hospital and patients, please work with me here.
ETA: Does anyone use Dream Journal here? It's not as pretty as LJ or even GJ, but er...I trash all my dreams there. Everything's all private. XD Yeah, just thought I'd share.
My babble ends here!