A thought-provoking dream (at least for me)
My dream last night, entirely too vivid for my own good, kept me fairly awake... that and the pain from the deep cut in my thumb*. Apparently the dresser in my room which I got from a lady that we used to live with (it was owned by her son) was a good place to grow weed, or so zak and I thought.
There was one plant about 2 feet tall in the upper left corner being given light from I'd say about 6 separate light fixtures and it was just going to bud. Surrounding it were.. BEES. So I had a marijuana rigged dresser in my room full of artificial sunlight and BEES. Zak and I had apparently discovered that it had been rigged as a grow box by the previous owner and after something like 4 years it was finally coming to fruition. Great. The anxiety of having a box of bees next to me kept me awake from 2-4 AM but the most vexing part of it is that I'm not at all tired. Is this some subconscious neurotic spasm about moving in with Zak in a month?? Am I freaking out?? God knows. All I know is that Zakariah and I are going to need to talk about Ziad coming over and it is a conversation I dread. Lord have mercy.
In other news... I cut my thumb open! Whoopee! Since the blade in cutting question was made for cutting metal the serrations were relatively shallow and... square. That means that rather than slicing through my nail and flesh it just sort of tore through it. Not a good feeling. Don't recommend it to those with weak stomachs. I'll be fine in about a week and in about two weeks I'll be fingernail-less on my right thumb. Oh joy
*I cut the nail almost completely in half up the middle. NEVER look away from what you're cutting, especially if it has random soft spots and you're cutting it with a ghetto-rigged BAND SAW.
There was one plant about 2 feet tall in the upper left corner being given light from I'd say about 6 separate light fixtures and it was just going to bud. Surrounding it were.. BEES. So I had a marijuana rigged dresser in my room full of artificial sunlight and BEES. Zak and I had apparently discovered that it had been rigged as a grow box by the previous owner and after something like 4 years it was finally coming to fruition. Great. The anxiety of having a box of bees next to me kept me awake from 2-4 AM but the most vexing part of it is that I'm not at all tired. Is this some subconscious neurotic spasm about moving in with Zak in a month?? Am I freaking out?? God knows. All I know is that Zakariah and I are going to need to talk about Ziad coming over and it is a conversation I dread. Lord have mercy.
In other news... I cut my thumb open! Whoopee! Since the blade in cutting question was made for cutting metal the serrations were relatively shallow and... square. That means that rather than slicing through my nail and flesh it just sort of tore through it. Not a good feeling. Don't recommend it to those with weak stomachs. I'll be fine in about a week and in about two weeks I'll be fingernail-less on my right thumb. Oh joy
*I cut the nail almost completely in half up the middle. NEVER look away from what you're cutting, especially if it has random soft spots and you're cutting it with a ghetto-rigged BAND SAW.