ways in which I am a dumbass.
I had not been in my office 60 seconds this morning before I stabbed myself in the finger with a pen. I am pissed not only because my finger hurts (and is inky), but also because I ruined the pen.
a brief recount of my dreams last night...
So I'm in bed, asleep, with the cats beside me. I suddenly sit bolt upright to the sound of the lock turning in the door. I run into the living room, fearful that Ada will try to go to the door, but the cats seem afraid too. I grab the closet thing I can see - a magazine, useless, and I suddenly wish I had lamps or something sturdy in my living room - and the lock is still rattling in the door because it's one of those tricky New York doors where each key needs to be turned a certain way and to figure them all out takes a minute. Also, whoever is opening my door is trying to be quiet about it. But then suddenly, the locks give and the door swings open. I am a few feet in front of it and don't know what to do, so I yell at them to knock it off, I know what they're doing (even though I have no idea). The door stops for a moment, then continues to open...
And I wake up, gasping for air. I have break-in dreams constantly. Usually someone is standing on my fire escape outside my bedroom window, but sometimes the front door thing. I have a tendency to dream with such perfect specificity to my real life that they are indistinguishable from reality until I finally wake up. Nearly all of my dreams, probably 95%, are me being chased/pursued/killed by someone else.
Anyway, I'm fucking exhausted today, again, at work, and getting a little sick of the constant low energy especially when I made a point of going to bed early.
a brief recount of my dreams last night...
So I'm in bed, asleep, with the cats beside me. I suddenly sit bolt upright to the sound of the lock turning in the door. I run into the living room, fearful that Ada will try to go to the door, but the cats seem afraid too. I grab the closet thing I can see - a magazine, useless, and I suddenly wish I had lamps or something sturdy in my living room - and the lock is still rattling in the door because it's one of those tricky New York doors where each key needs to be turned a certain way and to figure them all out takes a minute. Also, whoever is opening my door is trying to be quiet about it. But then suddenly, the locks give and the door swings open. I am a few feet in front of it and don't know what to do, so I yell at them to knock it off, I know what they're doing (even though I have no idea). The door stops for a moment, then continues to open...
And I wake up, gasping for air. I have break-in dreams constantly. Usually someone is standing on my fire escape outside my bedroom window, but sometimes the front door thing. I have a tendency to dream with such perfect specificity to my real life that they are indistinguishable from reality until I finally wake up. Nearly all of my dreams, probably 95%, are me being chased/pursued/killed by someone else.
Anyway, I'm fucking exhausted today, again, at work, and getting a little sick of the constant low energy especially when I made a point of going to bed early.