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Really bizarre dreams last night: First was a bizarre sort of movie thing where I didn't watch the plot because an extra in the background looked like stentoriansista if she was wearing robes and a commedia del arte mask. Then I went to a yarn store where they were trying to raise $5,000 to match contributions that helped fund fellowships. I asked them how much money it made the yarn store... about $100. I said that they needed to worry about making a profit before funding fellowships. I also examined my contributions / credit card statement online and realized that I was giving $10 a month to several different organizations.
I went to the doctor (blond, female), who examined me on the courtyard-like roof of a building. My roommate R was inside a smaller building on the roof with a stomachache and could hear the entire thing. The doctor handed me a pair of forceps and told me to take off the cardboard and to... um... insert them in the appropriate place. Then we had to get my pants off and I was freaked out that I was completely naked on a roof with my roommate a wall away. I got my clothes back on and the doctor asked me if I wanted to talk to some girl about "... well, you know" because she was a junior and had experience in these things. I shouted back that I was 26. I realized I was in some bizarro world filled only with teenage girls and tried to run away.
In other, non-subconscious news - the house painters did a pretty good job but didn't paint any of the ceilings or the trim, painted over the three outlet plates we missed taking off, painted all of the outlets anyway (WHY?!?!?!), broke a bathroom ceiling fan, puttied and painted over screw anchors (without removing them) that we'd ask them to leave and didn't really fix the mold in the garage. And, as it turns out, they were supposed to paint the ceilings and the trim. I don't know if I should be more mad that they didn't do what they were paid to do or that I have to take everything off my walls and rearrange my furniture. Again. On the bright side, this hopefully means I can get them to fix my wall after I broke it hanging a picture (I used one of the circle things from the Rugga kit which was defective - after banging on it for 5 minutes, I realized that the nails weren't going to go in, but when I took it off the wall, I realized I'd basically shoved it into the wall completely. Whoops)
In other, other news, I have one round of triple crochet left to FINISH THE GODDAMN WEDDING BLANKET. The downsides - one round takes 3 hours and once I finally finish this blanket... I don't know that I can give it to someone else. No, really.
I went to the doctor (blond, female), who examined me on the courtyard-like roof of a building. My roommate R was inside a smaller building on the roof with a stomachache and could hear the entire thing. The doctor handed me a pair of forceps and told me to take off the cardboard and to... um... insert them in the appropriate place. Then we had to get my pants off and I was freaked out that I was completely naked on a roof with my roommate a wall away. I got my clothes back on and the doctor asked me if I wanted to talk to some girl about "... well, you know" because she was a junior and had experience in these things. I shouted back that I was 26. I realized I was in some bizarro world filled only with teenage girls and tried to run away.
In other, non-subconscious news - the house painters did a pretty good job but didn't paint any of the ceilings or the trim, painted over the three outlet plates we missed taking off, painted all of the outlets anyway (WHY?!?!?!), broke a bathroom ceiling fan, puttied and painted over screw anchors (without removing them) that we'd ask them to leave and didn't really fix the mold in the garage. And, as it turns out, they were supposed to paint the ceilings and the trim. I don't know if I should be more mad that they didn't do what they were paid to do or that I have to take everything off my walls and rearrange my furniture. Again. On the bright side, this hopefully means I can get them to fix my wall after I broke it hanging a picture (I used one of the circle things from the Rugga kit which was defective - after banging on it for 5 minutes, I realized that the nails weren't going to go in, but when I took it off the wall, I realized I'd basically shoved it into the wall completely. Whoops)
In other, other news, I have one round of triple crochet left to FINISH THE GODDAMN WEDDING BLANKET. The downsides - one round takes 3 hours and once I finally finish this blanket... I don't know that I can give it to someone else. No, really.