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I'm not at work!!! It's Sunday morning and i'm not at the AEC; how amazing is that? This terrific gal who sometimes covers shifts for people was looking for some extra hours and i offered her my Sunday 8am-6pm shift. Needless to say, she accepted and i actually got to sleep last night when i got home. It was very nifty.
Night before last i had this amusing dream which i shall describe for all of you people who have nothing better to do than stare at my LJ. (But, then, a fair percentage of the time i have nothing better to do than stare at your LJs so, i can't really say much.) It started out with the old Disney version of Cinderella (don't even ask me why) but, at the time of the ball, the plot changed a bit. Mind you, this entire dream is in old-school Disney animation. When the stepmother and ugly stepsisters ponce off to the ball, Cinderella, instead of getting all gussied up with her fairy godmother, robs the silly bitches blind, hocks the loot at Gepetto's Pawnshop, buys a ticket on a river steamboat and ends up becoming a dance hall Queen in New Orleans.
Later i had a dream about having to teach a college-level class on the pyschology of Shakespeare's "Hamlet". And for some reason i woke up with the desire to stab myself in the eyes with chopsticks....
Anyway.
Sophie is still in the shop. Heard from the mechanic-type people on Friday who said they had replaced the spark plugs just to make sure that wasn't the problem and apparently it wasn't. So, they've decided to try replacing a sensor of some kind (Jess talked to them and she wasn't particularly coherant, apparently) but they have to wait for the part to be shipped in. It should arrive on Monday and then they'll get back to me once they've tried it out. Or something. Jess could have just made all this up. Who knows?
And i get to go to Rocky Horror rehearsal this afternoon! This makes me happy.
Night before last i had this amusing dream which i shall describe for all of you people who have nothing better to do than stare at my LJ. (But, then, a fair percentage of the time i have nothing better to do than stare at your LJs so, i can't really say much.) It started out with the old Disney version of Cinderella (don't even ask me why) but, at the time of the ball, the plot changed a bit. Mind you, this entire dream is in old-school Disney animation. When the stepmother and ugly stepsisters ponce off to the ball, Cinderella, instead of getting all gussied up with her fairy godmother, robs the silly bitches blind, hocks the loot at Gepetto's Pawnshop, buys a ticket on a river steamboat and ends up becoming a dance hall Queen in New Orleans.
Later i had a dream about having to teach a college-level class on the pyschology of Shakespeare's "Hamlet". And for some reason i woke up with the desire to stab myself in the eyes with chopsticks....
Anyway.
Sophie is still in the shop. Heard from the mechanic-type people on Friday who said they had replaced the spark plugs just to make sure that wasn't the problem and apparently it wasn't. So, they've decided to try replacing a sensor of some kind (Jess talked to them and she wasn't particularly coherant, apparently) but they have to wait for the part to be shipped in. It should arrive on Monday and then they'll get back to me once they've tried it out. Or something. Jess could have just made all this up. Who knows?
And i get to go to Rocky Horror rehearsal this afternoon! This makes me happy.