the shins in my room.
last night i dreamed that my new chicago job was taking place in my bedroom. katherine heigl (i saw Knocked Up only hours before bed) was apparently my immediate superior, though at no point in the beginning of the dream did i even know what my job was, what i was supposed to be doing, why my office was on my bedroom floor? heigl's office was on my bed; a desktop literally sitting on top of my bedspread. i, meanwhile, was on the floor, carefully examining my feet. i had the wrong shoes on. the shoes i was wearing were bright pink with all these buckles, and i couldn't get them off of my feet. i had one partly pulled over my toes, in an awkward position, when this short little man and his posse of coworkers burst through the door and told me, 'okay lisa, your first assignment' and handed me 2 tiny figurines of men that looked like Voodoo dolls. then he said, 'the shins are here, and you need to just guage their reactions of these figurines.'
first i was excited, cause hello people would be mad jealous if i met the shins, but the perfectionist worker in me started asking the man what i was supposed to write down, where i filled out a form, what questions should i be asking. and he looks at me as though i'm overstepping my boundaries, and says, just watch their reactions. and this really upset me. i wanted to have something tangible to do, i was bitter about my Chicago office being on what appeared to be my Ohio bedroom floor.
so i just leave, out the door, past the members of the Shins, their faces blurry except for the one guy whose face i'd recognize on the street, and go through these doors into what looks to be the office from the Superman television series. there are people i know from work running around, doing who knows what. i go through the doors and i'm now out on what my brain is telling me to be the streets of Chicago, which looks more like a Shady version of what i imagine the Hogsmeade village to look like (Harry Potter, yes.) i had to sprint down steps to try to get on a train but this huge door, like a garage door, came down quickly and met the ground and then i was stuck, in the Shady village, for the night, without a job, with the Shins still in my bedroom.
you could say i'm a little paranoid about finding a job in Chicago.
also, this morning i poked my eyeball with my brown eyeliner pencil; ouch, and how have i never done that before?
i am obsessed with recipes. i sadden myself with the things i spend hours googling. but i like it too.
i'm also feeling domestic everytime i buy things or think about buying things for our apartment. and i like that too.
also, i'm going to see the format/piebald/steel train on september 1. i haven't seen steel train since sophomore year of college, and i haven't seen the format since never. i don't know how i managed that, either.