April fools
4/1: Dreams: Visiting old houses, Mum’s encouraging me to time travel to see the past. Lots of places I can’t remember. Visiting with Daniel and Paul. Transition to some kind of “face your fears” video game. One person gets swallowed by a gigantic robot shark, and falls into a ball pit. Buffy is involved somehow. Sweetheart dropped me off at the bank. I took the shuttle into work. Very on-key finished all my daily things before lunch. Tai Chi canceled, went to lunch with coworkers instead. More high-energy. “Spirited Away” presentation was smaller than I imagined, and the three pizzas they brought for the occasion were already spirited away by the time I arrived. Sweetheart called, I left early to meet her for dinner at Saba. Really weird smell, really good food - eggplant stack with peppers and goat cheese, pesto gnocchi, cream of mushroom and tomato soup. Drove back around the corner (that inefficiency with place-specific parking irks me) and started picking out pottery at All Fired Up. Picked the egg dish, sketched a bunch of scenes and things I thought would make interesting optical illusions. Alexandra joined us, and brought cookies from next door. Nice chatting every so often, but mostly immersed in ideas. Picked initial color run, filled in skull, egg, and spots of things here and there that either needed black or off-white. Decided to use dark brown for cracks and shading on the off-white. Was having big trouble with the teeth on the skull, but found that straight lines make for a good effect. Might have been to ambitious to have 18 different miniature effects, but what the hey. Left for home, got really sleepy all of a sudden.
4/2: In and out of sleep, dreams incorporated feelings from moving office, “Spirited Away”, and painting. Very literal this morning. Sweetheart made juice, then made pasta incorporating the pulp. I’m not a fan of juicing fruit, and grudgingly accept juicing other stuff (ginger, celery) and non-sweet fruits, but if you’re doing it anyway, I’m very enthusiastic about finding things to do with the leftovers. Watched the first half of “Monkey Business”, put Sweetheart down for a nap and started checking things off of daily responsibilities. Very pleased to see that interested parties and their agents are communicating as needed for the floor inspection discussion. Met chiropractor, things are lining up but chronic problems are still chronic. Drove to gym on my own, they were doing construction on the showers, and some kind of fume was leaking into the general area; I felt light-headed. Realized I missed Zumba. By contrast, wisteria was blooming outside, smelled much nicer. Came home, walked to art show around the corner, had some rather nice Georgia-themed munchies. Saw Deadpool (great humor and love, uninspired Colossus and villain), tried out new Spice Root afterwards. Some tasty, weird mix of fancy decor and fast food ordering counter.
4/3: Up a little late feeling uneasy, between spicy food and distant Sweetheart. Woke up with first alarm at 5:55, Sweetheart left for work. Back in and out of sleep, forgot several pieces of dream: In cubicle farm, sharing papers with coworkers. New office mate is talking about how nice it is to have a travel agent to find deals. Go to hippie/rennie wedding, her ring is magnetic because she can’t pick things up very well. I want to be involved in the festivities somehow but can’t decide what to do. Very edgy, hard to get motivated. Had a long talk with Sweetheart when she got back, reconnected. Had lentils and watched the second half of “Monkey Business”. Long nap; making up for restless sleep last night? Got a few things done around the house, went to see “Zootopia”, which was all kinds of excellent: Spot-on political commentary, great animation, playful animal interpretations, things that worked on multiple levels, character description, and fun. Tried La Parilla for dinner, got way too much; took some home, but it was too late by that time. Stayed up in favor of lying sideways and spilling out.
4/4: Watched a few episodes of Futurama before finally feeling safe to sleep. In an art gallery in an old mill, with slightly rippled and smooth-worn wooden floors. Go out and downhill; lots of parchment-colored popup ads about how The Bible is true, complete with highlit links, based on assumptions about the writers. Unfortunately, I can’t remember any of the text, but I could clearly read and see it; I understand that’s pretty rare. Sweetheart had a nightmare and started making noises in her sleep, and woke me up. I rubbed her back until she quieted down, then got up to start my day earlier than normal; decided it wasn’t worth it for the less-than-hour of sleep left. Trifecta. Very effective day, to the point of running out of my normal procedure and trying to figure out how to expand. Walked around the building with coworkers. Oddly sleepy on ride up to gym, but very nice wisteria around. Drove home, dressed up, went to celebrate three years of FaceBook friendship (so it claimed) at Cafe Intermezzo. Fancy food, lukewarm drinks that were supposed to be hot, harvest cake (basically cake that tastes like apple pie), and a walk up and down Peachtree. Home and checked e-mail, Talley ticketing was down so I couldn’t do any Board stuff. Bed relatively early.
⅘: Dream: We’ve survived some kind of disaster(s?) and are living in a remote Viking village with not much technology. A funnel cloud starts forming, and we scatter for shelter. I see a dragon made of wood - statue form, unmoving, but somehow still sliding past the village. Not sure if it’s causing the tornado or protecting us from it. Something related to Star Wars. Woke up, turned off alarm, went back to sleep. Woke up almost an hour later, still groggy; not sure if it’s last night’s liqueur or allergies or something else. Slow start. Took off for lunch, sorted papers and opened mail on the seat next to me while eating. Came back energized, moved a bit too fast, made a few mistakes in e-mailing people before the draft was finished. Board stuff back up, took care of several tickets. Posted announcements, got a lot organized at home. Started watching “Edward Scissorhands”, which Sweetheart loved. Unfortunately, it started going pixelated, and I discovered the disc was pretty scratched up. Will need to find a disc repair option. Nice chat with Omm. (Relatively) Early to bed.
4/6: Unremembered dream. Snuggly wakeup. Love Danny Elfman’s music; not quite familiar with the “Edward Scissorhands” soundtrack, but still had the theme in my head, so I was humming tunes from “The Nightmare Before Christmas” this morning. Leftover Ethiopian for breakfast. Got dailies done before noon, did “National Walking Day” around park. Finished dated to-do list. Started huge project of moving stuff from MetaGameWorld over to Habitica. Cut hair, forgot hat at restaurant (but retrieved it). Started watching “Into the Woods”. Another bed by bedtime, including stories!
4/7: I thought I had a dream where Sweetheart got up and the alarm was going off and then stopped on its own, and I didn’t get up yet. But apparently she really did get up in the middle of the night, and I incorporated it into my dream state. She also started cuddling me in my sleep. Something about hiding piles of cocaine in an old house, and packing up with Dad and S’mom, and trying to decide what to do with my brother’s games since he didn’t pack them but they were still his responsibility. After we packed, we put several boxes into a boat and were driving around a waterfront neighborhood; not sure if lake or canal or what, seemed like Florida. Woke up on first alarm, but still had a late start. Groggy again, decide to take an antihistamine; not sure if that will help, now that I think about it. Managed to chew through most important work stuff, got in touch with people about inspection on Monday. Went home, walked to Figo for a loverly dinner, kept walking after, looped around Agnes Scott, admired too many houses, stopped by Butter & Cream for a cone, headed home. Crunched numbers for D&D game.
4/8: Not quite done, but have to go to bed anyways. Dream disappeared before I was fully awake. Sweetheart wanted to go to work early, but had a hard time getting going regardless. At work I’m in an odd transitional space of not having urgent stuff hanging over me, and not being sure what I’m supposed to do to organize the non-urgent stuff. Late bus to Tai Chi. After seeing signs for Ugadi, we decided to drink our Pachadi in the form of beer. Sweetheart had a coupon for Mason Tavern, wonderful (albeit spicy) dinner, stayed up late crunching more numbers.
4/9: Both of us were restless, but we finally got to bed after the witching hour. Short sleep. Picked up, comfortable time, headed out. Sweetheart dropped me off at Waffle House. Sticky menu. James and Kelly joined me shortly thereafter, and we had breakfast. The other four came in and then the first three headed out to my castle. Game happened, a little grind but pleased with progress. Not sure how to take Kelly’s sleepiness; I could understand Friday nights, but Saturday morning a little less so. Ushered everyone out, dressed up, went to meet Sweetheart’s boss at home. They invited us to dinner, and showed off the new digs. All very nice. Home, watched another blip of “Into the Woods”.
4/10: Itchy throat, queasy stomach, unable to sleep. Took a green pill. Slept until 11-something. Woke up in a panic about pending game meet. But people weren’t ready for it. Went to gym with Sweetheart, very breathless and exhausting this time around. J called in the middle of my workout, providing a brief respite for me to do things more slowly. Did tapping in the sauna. Rather grouchy today; somewhere between feeling aimless, losing half the day, aches, allergies, and nausea. Started heading to shopping, redirected, decided to try later. Pallookaville had paper in the windows - not sure if closed or remodeling. Dinner at Avondale Pizza Kitchen - plenty and leftovers. Sweetsy talk with Sweetheart, curiosity about filming happening a few tables over. Nothing else important happening.
4/11: Couldn’t get to sleep. My back hurt, Sweetheart was restless, I was full of ideas (and kept writing them down). Eventually got to the land of dreams. Visiting family in some remote coast. J’s bedroom is more like a greenhouse or solarium, huge windows. Lovely view, although I worried a bit about snow collapsing it; didn’t think about the privacy aspect. Switch. Two assassin kids are trying to get a family of their very own, somehow the pattern starts feeling like a caper movie. Switch. I’m visiting a milonga the first in a long time. This location feels more like a disco or roller rink, but I’m happy to see old friends. Walk through the hallway into a house. I knock a glass trophy off a table filled with precariously-balanced objects. My jerk of a stepdad says I can’t walk through that room of the house anymore, and have to go around. I have been away from tango for quite a while - over a month, at this point. I woke up around 4, she was still tossing in her sleep, and on top of it all, the birds started singing. Eventually I got back to sleep. There’s some kind of arena with a lava floor, and a monkey family (mated pair and child) is trying to jump across it to get to the top. The controllers (Italian, for some reason) are watching this along with the audience, and have some kind of stats measurement to see how the ratings and emotions are doing. They can also control placement of objects in the arena, like Hunger Games. Beats me. Woke up with the alarm. Called in miserable, bid Sweetheart adieu, took some allergy medicine, went back to sleep. Woke up after noon the second day in a row, no dream this time. Puttered around the house doing small jobs, found passport for driver’s license renewal and India.
Got a lot of Board stuff done, started feeling antsy for Sweetheart to come home and sent her this: http://media.ifunny.com/results/2013/05/12/fqi7ipcin0.jpg . Also lots of questions for her. Big personality difference - I work by consensus (problem: paralysis without input and sometimes she doesn’t want to decide), she just does stuff (problem: later I ask, “where did the spatula go?”). Watched the rest of Act I of “Into the Woods”, called Mum, long chat about Africa. Much easier time getting to sleep.
4/12: Dream: Hiking in woods, see gorgeous houses, reminiscent of the back of Kennesaw, except we get to take a look inside. Cross North Decatur, start talking with Lydia and Raul about the state of Psi Phi. End up driving a truck on British roadways, somehow solve a mystery. I park outside a pub, somewhat awkwardly trying to fit the truck in a tight parking lot on a hill. Start putting coins into the meter, but it says “no charge”. I go around the left side of the pub, and it’s overlooking a field where gargantuan llamas are being raised. Somehow I figure out that the current King James is my benefactor, and he has another case for me. Woke up with the alarm, but slow to get up. Traffic is messy around 8. Sweetheart read the Preface to Catch 22, written by the author. Felt weird being back at work, but I got rolling with my “45/15” work pattern pretty quickly. Had a nice meeting with at the town hall. 5 shuttle was seriously late, I ended up walking up the hill. Barely made it to “Allegiant”, missed the start of the trailers that should probably have another name than trailers if they’re now before the movie. Regarding the Divergent series, certain factors are pretty clearly “young adult logic”, but political interaction is definitely believable. Got lost on the way to groceries, ended up at Thinking Man Tavern instead. Home and immediately jump into taxes.
4/13: Everything was terrible today. I had to pay for software that I could have gotten cheaper (and possibly free) earlier if people told me what they were doing. I got dinged on dailies because taxes took me past midnight. A huge page I was reading reloaded itself without saving my place. I have duplicate accounts because I didn’t know I signed up last year. I mistakenly sent a reply to everyone on a thread instead of one. My tricorder stopped working. I forgot to bring something I wanted to ship. Granted, not actually all terrible, but lots of little disappointments regardless. I’m doing taxes in an immersive, game-looking program. A whole room is filled with cartoon-like details and information, and then waving my hand one or the other direction switches to a new room. Obviously very strongly affected by Habitica and TurboTax. Sweetheart stayed home, I drove on my own, had a fun time listening to Bert’s Birthday Show. Mostly goofed around, although I did still get a few things done at work. Left my workout clothes at home, went to gym anyways. Broke my phone. Still managed to do a few things at home.
4/14: Don’t remember my dream because I woke up with a start. I had set the computer to make a noise (earlier than normal alarm, big plans), but Sweetheart heard it before I did. Went to DDS, got license done in under 15 minutes. Picked up Sweetheart. Went to Post Office, finished in under 15 minutes again. Relatively uneventful trip to work. Chatty morning with coworkers. Sweetheart picked me up, drove to Batteries Plus, dropped off my phone, went to Madras Mantra. After meal was seriously groggy; combination of early wake-up and overindulgence. Had another one of those silly laughing fits for no discernable reason; the joke really wasn’t all that funny. Re-checked LiveJournal for the first time in months, pretty empty. Zooming home after work, picked up phone and groceries, made it a few minutes late to board meeting. Everything was accomplished but I still felt discombobulated for some reason. Helped Sweetheart with health stuff.
4/15: Sweetheart was up and down, waking me up multiple times, that probably also affected my dreams. I’m pulling down Christmas decorations at work because it’s way too early; run into my work’s health and safety officer, who agrees and gives me a hand. Switch to a road trip with someone else’s kids (same neighborhood as docks in previous dream), kitschy kottages, stop at roadside diner/general store/cottage rentals. Hike up the hill. Find a loverly Tudor exposed beam house with a pixelated person in the door. They say, “noone’s visited for a long time”, video-game style, every time anyone interacts with them. Switch. I’m hiking down snowy wooded trail, run out of the way of a falling tree, then see another one fall nearby. Farther down the trail, another tree falls a different direction. Various coworkers are talking about how scary it is, specifically remember Jenny Wood. I get to the bottom in a loverly split-log style building with a cupola or tower in the entrance. I come in to the milonga, and Angel made a game with character sheets and random tables; Dwivian shows up later to approve of my presence at tango. Tried to get a coworker to come to Tai Chi again, he said to send him a meeting reminder for next time. Went to Aladdin’s for lunch. Slow day, but thankfully not a lot due this time. Got a ride into Decatur, walked to Avondale Pizza Cafe. Pathfinder ran much later than expected.
4/2: In and out of sleep, dreams incorporated feelings from moving office, “Spirited Away”, and painting. Very literal this morning. Sweetheart made juice, then made pasta incorporating the pulp. I’m not a fan of juicing fruit, and grudgingly accept juicing other stuff (ginger, celery) and non-sweet fruits, but if you’re doing it anyway, I’m very enthusiastic about finding things to do with the leftovers. Watched the first half of “Monkey Business”, put Sweetheart down for a nap and started checking things off of daily responsibilities. Very pleased to see that interested parties and their agents are communicating as needed for the floor inspection discussion. Met chiropractor, things are lining up but chronic problems are still chronic. Drove to gym on my own, they were doing construction on the showers, and some kind of fume was leaking into the general area; I felt light-headed. Realized I missed Zumba. By contrast, wisteria was blooming outside, smelled much nicer. Came home, walked to art show around the corner, had some rather nice Georgia-themed munchies. Saw Deadpool (great humor and love, uninspired Colossus and villain), tried out new Spice Root afterwards. Some tasty, weird mix of fancy decor and fast food ordering counter.
4/3: Up a little late feeling uneasy, between spicy food and distant Sweetheart. Woke up with first alarm at 5:55, Sweetheart left for work. Back in and out of sleep, forgot several pieces of dream: In cubicle farm, sharing papers with coworkers. New office mate is talking about how nice it is to have a travel agent to find deals. Go to hippie/rennie wedding, her ring is magnetic because she can’t pick things up very well. I want to be involved in the festivities somehow but can’t decide what to do. Very edgy, hard to get motivated. Had a long talk with Sweetheart when she got back, reconnected. Had lentils and watched the second half of “Monkey Business”. Long nap; making up for restless sleep last night? Got a few things done around the house, went to see “Zootopia”, which was all kinds of excellent: Spot-on political commentary, great animation, playful animal interpretations, things that worked on multiple levels, character description, and fun. Tried La Parilla for dinner, got way too much; took some home, but it was too late by that time. Stayed up in favor of lying sideways and spilling out.
4/4: Watched a few episodes of Futurama before finally feeling safe to sleep. In an art gallery in an old mill, with slightly rippled and smooth-worn wooden floors. Go out and downhill; lots of parchment-colored popup ads about how The Bible is true, complete with highlit links, based on assumptions about the writers. Unfortunately, I can’t remember any of the text, but I could clearly read and see it; I understand that’s pretty rare. Sweetheart had a nightmare and started making noises in her sleep, and woke me up. I rubbed her back until she quieted down, then got up to start my day earlier than normal; decided it wasn’t worth it for the less-than-hour of sleep left. Trifecta. Very effective day, to the point of running out of my normal procedure and trying to figure out how to expand. Walked around the building with coworkers. Oddly sleepy on ride up to gym, but very nice wisteria around. Drove home, dressed up, went to celebrate three years of FaceBook friendship (so it claimed) at Cafe Intermezzo. Fancy food, lukewarm drinks that were supposed to be hot, harvest cake (basically cake that tastes like apple pie), and a walk up and down Peachtree. Home and checked e-mail, Talley ticketing was down so I couldn’t do any Board stuff. Bed relatively early.
⅘: Dream: We’ve survived some kind of disaster(s?) and are living in a remote Viking village with not much technology. A funnel cloud starts forming, and we scatter for shelter. I see a dragon made of wood - statue form, unmoving, but somehow still sliding past the village. Not sure if it’s causing the tornado or protecting us from it. Something related to Star Wars. Woke up, turned off alarm, went back to sleep. Woke up almost an hour later, still groggy; not sure if it’s last night’s liqueur or allergies or something else. Slow start. Took off for lunch, sorted papers and opened mail on the seat next to me while eating. Came back energized, moved a bit too fast, made a few mistakes in e-mailing people before the draft was finished. Board stuff back up, took care of several tickets. Posted announcements, got a lot organized at home. Started watching “Edward Scissorhands”, which Sweetheart loved. Unfortunately, it started going pixelated, and I discovered the disc was pretty scratched up. Will need to find a disc repair option. Nice chat with Omm. (Relatively) Early to bed.
4/6: Unremembered dream. Snuggly wakeup. Love Danny Elfman’s music; not quite familiar with the “Edward Scissorhands” soundtrack, but still had the theme in my head, so I was humming tunes from “The Nightmare Before Christmas” this morning. Leftover Ethiopian for breakfast. Got dailies done before noon, did “National Walking Day” around park. Finished dated to-do list. Started huge project of moving stuff from MetaGameWorld over to Habitica. Cut hair, forgot hat at restaurant (but retrieved it). Started watching “Into the Woods”. Another bed by bedtime, including stories!
4/7: I thought I had a dream where Sweetheart got up and the alarm was going off and then stopped on its own, and I didn’t get up yet. But apparently she really did get up in the middle of the night, and I incorporated it into my dream state. She also started cuddling me in my sleep. Something about hiding piles of cocaine in an old house, and packing up with Dad and S’mom, and trying to decide what to do with my brother’s games since he didn’t pack them but they were still his responsibility. After we packed, we put several boxes into a boat and were driving around a waterfront neighborhood; not sure if lake or canal or what, seemed like Florida. Woke up on first alarm, but still had a late start. Groggy again, decide to take an antihistamine; not sure if that will help, now that I think about it. Managed to chew through most important work stuff, got in touch with people about inspection on Monday. Went home, walked to Figo for a loverly dinner, kept walking after, looped around Agnes Scott, admired too many houses, stopped by Butter & Cream for a cone, headed home. Crunched numbers for D&D game.
4/8: Not quite done, but have to go to bed anyways. Dream disappeared before I was fully awake. Sweetheart wanted to go to work early, but had a hard time getting going regardless. At work I’m in an odd transitional space of not having urgent stuff hanging over me, and not being sure what I’m supposed to do to organize the non-urgent stuff. Late bus to Tai Chi. After seeing signs for Ugadi, we decided to drink our Pachadi in the form of beer. Sweetheart had a coupon for Mason Tavern, wonderful (albeit spicy) dinner, stayed up late crunching more numbers.
4/9: Both of us were restless, but we finally got to bed after the witching hour. Short sleep. Picked up, comfortable time, headed out. Sweetheart dropped me off at Waffle House. Sticky menu. James and Kelly joined me shortly thereafter, and we had breakfast. The other four came in and then the first three headed out to my castle. Game happened, a little grind but pleased with progress. Not sure how to take Kelly’s sleepiness; I could understand Friday nights, but Saturday morning a little less so. Ushered everyone out, dressed up, went to meet Sweetheart’s boss at home. They invited us to dinner, and showed off the new digs. All very nice. Home, watched another blip of “Into the Woods”.
4/10: Itchy throat, queasy stomach, unable to sleep. Took a green pill. Slept until 11-something. Woke up in a panic about pending game meet. But people weren’t ready for it. Went to gym with Sweetheart, very breathless and exhausting this time around. J called in the middle of my workout, providing a brief respite for me to do things more slowly. Did tapping in the sauna. Rather grouchy today; somewhere between feeling aimless, losing half the day, aches, allergies, and nausea. Started heading to shopping, redirected, decided to try later. Pallookaville had paper in the windows - not sure if closed or remodeling. Dinner at Avondale Pizza Kitchen - plenty and leftovers. Sweetsy talk with Sweetheart, curiosity about filming happening a few tables over. Nothing else important happening.
4/11: Couldn’t get to sleep. My back hurt, Sweetheart was restless, I was full of ideas (and kept writing them down). Eventually got to the land of dreams. Visiting family in some remote coast. J’s bedroom is more like a greenhouse or solarium, huge windows. Lovely view, although I worried a bit about snow collapsing it; didn’t think about the privacy aspect. Switch. Two assassin kids are trying to get a family of their very own, somehow the pattern starts feeling like a caper movie. Switch. I’m visiting a milonga the first in a long time. This location feels more like a disco or roller rink, but I’m happy to see old friends. Walk through the hallway into a house. I knock a glass trophy off a table filled with precariously-balanced objects. My jerk of a stepdad says I can’t walk through that room of the house anymore, and have to go around. I have been away from tango for quite a while - over a month, at this point. I woke up around 4, she was still tossing in her sleep, and on top of it all, the birds started singing. Eventually I got back to sleep. There’s some kind of arena with a lava floor, and a monkey family (mated pair and child) is trying to jump across it to get to the top. The controllers (Italian, for some reason) are watching this along with the audience, and have some kind of stats measurement to see how the ratings and emotions are doing. They can also control placement of objects in the arena, like Hunger Games. Beats me. Woke up with the alarm. Called in miserable, bid Sweetheart adieu, took some allergy medicine, went back to sleep. Woke up after noon the second day in a row, no dream this time. Puttered around the house doing small jobs, found passport for driver’s license renewal and India.
Got a lot of Board stuff done, started feeling antsy for Sweetheart to come home and sent her this: http://media.ifunny.com/results/2013/05/12/fqi7ipcin0.jpg . Also lots of questions for her. Big personality difference - I work by consensus (problem: paralysis without input and sometimes she doesn’t want to decide), she just does stuff (problem: later I ask, “where did the spatula go?”). Watched the rest of Act I of “Into the Woods”, called Mum, long chat about Africa. Much easier time getting to sleep.
4/12: Dream: Hiking in woods, see gorgeous houses, reminiscent of the back of Kennesaw, except we get to take a look inside. Cross North Decatur, start talking with Lydia and Raul about the state of Psi Phi. End up driving a truck on British roadways, somehow solve a mystery. I park outside a pub, somewhat awkwardly trying to fit the truck in a tight parking lot on a hill. Start putting coins into the meter, but it says “no charge”. I go around the left side of the pub, and it’s overlooking a field where gargantuan llamas are being raised. Somehow I figure out that the current King James is my benefactor, and he has another case for me. Woke up with the alarm, but slow to get up. Traffic is messy around 8. Sweetheart read the Preface to Catch 22, written by the author. Felt weird being back at work, but I got rolling with my “45/15” work pattern pretty quickly. Had a nice meeting with at the town hall. 5 shuttle was seriously late, I ended up walking up the hill. Barely made it to “Allegiant”, missed the start of the trailers that should probably have another name than trailers if they’re now before the movie. Regarding the Divergent series, certain factors are pretty clearly “young adult logic”, but political interaction is definitely believable. Got lost on the way to groceries, ended up at Thinking Man Tavern instead. Home and immediately jump into taxes.
4/13: Everything was terrible today. I had to pay for software that I could have gotten cheaper (and possibly free) earlier if people told me what they were doing. I got dinged on dailies because taxes took me past midnight. A huge page I was reading reloaded itself without saving my place. I have duplicate accounts because I didn’t know I signed up last year. I mistakenly sent a reply to everyone on a thread instead of one. My tricorder stopped working. I forgot to bring something I wanted to ship. Granted, not actually all terrible, but lots of little disappointments regardless. I’m doing taxes in an immersive, game-looking program. A whole room is filled with cartoon-like details and information, and then waving my hand one or the other direction switches to a new room. Obviously very strongly affected by Habitica and TurboTax. Sweetheart stayed home, I drove on my own, had a fun time listening to Bert’s Birthday Show. Mostly goofed around, although I did still get a few things done at work. Left my workout clothes at home, went to gym anyways. Broke my phone. Still managed to do a few things at home.
4/14: Don’t remember my dream because I woke up with a start. I had set the computer to make a noise (earlier than normal alarm, big plans), but Sweetheart heard it before I did. Went to DDS, got license done in under 15 minutes. Picked up Sweetheart. Went to Post Office, finished in under 15 minutes again. Relatively uneventful trip to work. Chatty morning with coworkers. Sweetheart picked me up, drove to Batteries Plus, dropped off my phone, went to Madras Mantra. After meal was seriously groggy; combination of early wake-up and overindulgence. Had another one of those silly laughing fits for no discernable reason; the joke really wasn’t all that funny. Re-checked LiveJournal for the first time in months, pretty empty. Zooming home after work, picked up phone and groceries, made it a few minutes late to board meeting. Everything was accomplished but I still felt discombobulated for some reason. Helped Sweetheart with health stuff.
4/15: Sweetheart was up and down, waking me up multiple times, that probably also affected my dreams. I’m pulling down Christmas decorations at work because it’s way too early; run into my work’s health and safety officer, who agrees and gives me a hand. Switch to a road trip with someone else’s kids (same neighborhood as docks in previous dream), kitschy kottages, stop at roadside diner/general store/cottage rentals. Hike up the hill. Find a loverly Tudor exposed beam house with a pixelated person in the door. They say, “noone’s visited for a long time”, video-game style, every time anyone interacts with them. Switch. I’m hiking down snowy wooded trail, run out of the way of a falling tree, then see another one fall nearby. Farther down the trail, another tree falls a different direction. Various coworkers are talking about how scary it is, specifically remember Jenny Wood. I get to the bottom in a loverly split-log style building with a cupola or tower in the entrance. I come in to the milonga, and Angel made a game with character sheets and random tables; Dwivian shows up later to approve of my presence at tango. Tried to get a coworker to come to Tai Chi again, he said to send him a meeting reminder for next time. Went to Aladdin’s for lunch. Slow day, but thankfully not a lot due this time. Got a ride into Decatur, walked to Avondale Pizza Cafe. Pathfinder ran much later than expected.