Evil! EVIL I SAY!
So, today started out at 4:45 am with me waking up from a dream. In this dream I was apparently back home in Maryland, and I even had my old Cutlass Calais as opposed to the GMC Jimmy I drive now. It was approximately midnight in my dream and I went outside to my car to get something. As I shut the door and started back toward my house, I realized there were bugs on me. Spiders, to be exact, smaller than my pinky fingernail with big round bulbous bodies in comparison to their legs, very fuzzy with blue-and-white stripes. (No, it doesn't make any sense to me either.)
So of course I'm twitching like crazy trying to get these stupid arachnids off me. As I manage to get all of them off, I realize I'm covered now in ants. I flail around until I manage to get the ants off as well. I don't remember a lot of the middle part of the dream, except that I was on a college campus of some sort, and somehow it turned out that the spiders were not in fact really alive but were itty-bitty miniature grenades (WTF, subconscious?) and they kept dropping off the ceiling and latching onto me, while I frantically tried to get them off.
When I woke up I was convinced my ceiling was covered in crawly bugs of some kind (I was absolutely convinced that there were small black dots all over my ceiling) and had to turn on the lamp, wait for my eyes to adjust, and then study the ceiling to make sure it was still the way it was supposed to be and not in fact being invaded by an army of miniature blue-and-white striped fuzzy spider-grenades. Hello, arachnophobia, how are you today?
Ahem. Anyway. When I actually got up for work at about 6:40 (and, incidentally, why is it that the earlier I go to bed the harder it is to get up in the morning? I went to bed at 10:30 last night and just could not wake up this morning) it was raining outside. I dropped sabrielrose off at the L and headed north to work. Apparently the center of the storm was also north, as the rain, lightning, and thunder intensified the farther I drove. By the time I got up here to work, there was less than a 2-second delay between the flash of lightning and the crack of thunder. And of course I hate thunder, so here I am hunched forward in my car, inching forward at less than half my normal speed on that road, because the rain is sheeting down so hard I can't see even with the windshield wipers on full.
Naturally, I also left my umbrella at home. So I grabbed the closest parking spot I could (apparently a lot of people were delayed by the rain so I actually could get a close spot, and half the team STILL isn't here) and hauled butt as fast as I could into the building, which was not nearly fast enough. My shirt is damp and clammy, my pants are also damp and clammy down to about the knee, and from there down they're just dripping, sopping wet. My shoes are squishy and quite wet, and I'm freezing and all I want is to go home and curl up with my fleecy blanket and hide away for a while because it's STILL thundering outside and I hate thunder.
Ahem. Done whining now.
So on the way into work this morning, I was listening to US99, and they played Josh Turner's "Will You Go With Me." Josh Turner has this absurdly deep voice, and it reminds me of that one guy from the Oak Ridge Boys - the one who sang lead on "Dream On." Is that Richard Sturbridge? Or am I thinking of the Statler Brothers?
Right. I'm going to go hide from the spider grenades and the thunder now.
So of course I'm twitching like crazy trying to get these stupid arachnids off me. As I manage to get all of them off, I realize I'm covered now in ants. I flail around until I manage to get the ants off as well. I don't remember a lot of the middle part of the dream, except that I was on a college campus of some sort, and somehow it turned out that the spiders were not in fact really alive but were itty-bitty miniature grenades (WTF, subconscious?) and they kept dropping off the ceiling and latching onto me, while I frantically tried to get them off.
When I woke up I was convinced my ceiling was covered in crawly bugs of some kind (I was absolutely convinced that there were small black dots all over my ceiling) and had to turn on the lamp, wait for my eyes to adjust, and then study the ceiling to make sure it was still the way it was supposed to be and not in fact being invaded by an army of miniature blue-and-white striped fuzzy spider-grenades. Hello, arachnophobia, how are you today?
Ahem. Anyway. When I actually got up for work at about 6:40 (and, incidentally, why is it that the earlier I go to bed the harder it is to get up in the morning? I went to bed at 10:30 last night and just could not wake up this morning) it was raining outside. I dropped sabrielrose off at the L and headed north to work. Apparently the center of the storm was also north, as the rain, lightning, and thunder intensified the farther I drove. By the time I got up here to work, there was less than a 2-second delay between the flash of lightning and the crack of thunder. And of course I hate thunder, so here I am hunched forward in my car, inching forward at less than half my normal speed on that road, because the rain is sheeting down so hard I can't see even with the windshield wipers on full.
Naturally, I also left my umbrella at home. So I grabbed the closest parking spot I could (apparently a lot of people were delayed by the rain so I actually could get a close spot, and half the team STILL isn't here) and hauled butt as fast as I could into the building, which was not nearly fast enough. My shirt is damp and clammy, my pants are also damp and clammy down to about the knee, and from there down they're just dripping, sopping wet. My shoes are squishy and quite wet, and I'm freezing and all I want is to go home and curl up with my fleecy blanket and hide away for a while because it's STILL thundering outside and I hate thunder.
Ahem. Done whining now.
So on the way into work this morning, I was listening to US99, and they played Josh Turner's "Will You Go With Me." Josh Turner has this absurdly deep voice, and it reminds me of that one guy from the Oak Ridge Boys - the one who sang lead on "Dream On." Is that Richard Sturbridge? Or am I thinking of the Statler Brothers?
Right. I'm going to go hide from the spider grenades and the thunder now.