Posts Tagged ‘dream’


September 17, 2008

Oh sweet, beautiful Interweb, how I’ve missed you. I’m sorry we’ve been apart these last few days, but somehow the remnants of Ike got between us and knocked me offline. I know, this was especially difficult because I was in Marblehead all weekend and had no access to you. But we’re together again, and that’s all that matters.

Yes, I’ve learned just how addicted I am to the Internet. It was torture! No chatting out on the deck, no catching up on blogs, no Google to find the answer to whatever inane question is rattling around in my head.

Now, here’s the entry I wanted to post when we got back from our little trip:

Dave and I spent the weekend in Marblehead to celebrate our anniversary, and it was rainy and yucky most of the time we were there, but we still had a nice time. Sat in the jacuzzi, played cards, watched “Jeeves & Wooster” on my laptop, went out to eat, went to some antique stores, drove to Sandusky to buy my makeup that my Findlay place didn’t have. It may not sound like a good time to some, but that’s what we like to do, so bite me.

Some of the things Dave & I talked about, or I mentioned, or I thought about at some point Saturday:

* “Jeeves & Wooster”/”A Bit of Fry & Laurie”
* My cousin in Baton Rouge, a girl I know in Houston, and Hurricane Ike
* My geography prof at BGSU
* Why the hell do stores in a town like Marblehead close at 3 p.m.?
* College football
* Try not to fall into the jacuzzi this time, dumbass.
* Why do hotels always have shitty water pressure in the shower?
* Pizza?
* Let’s just go get the makeup, no way am I taking a ferry ride in this weather.
* I refuse to shower here Sunday. We must leave early enough that I can shower at home before work.

The dream I had Saturday night … extremely odd. But at least I know why some of the stuff in it was in it (see above list). So, anyway, in this dream Stephen Fry was my professor, of what I don’t know but not of geography. It was at BG I suppose, but who knows. Then I was interviewing him, and then he had to fly to London and I guess I was housesitting because he took his suitcase and left. Then my cousin walked into the room and started giving me the third degree about not wanting kids (Wes, if you read this, please don’t ever do that). Then Stephen came back and said he missed his plane, but he didn’t want to go anyway, plus he could just go tomorrow. That’s about all I remember.

Ugh. It’s almost 4:30, so I’d better head to bed. Just remember Interweb, I love you.


Pretty boring, except for the dream

February 22, 2005

Eh, so it’s not the next day or during daylight hours, but at least it’s not two weeks later. Really not much to tell anyway. A general lack of sleep, a general grouchiness, a general despair that our house will never look like two adults with real jobs live here but will always look like college frat boys live here – you know, the usual stuff.

The threat of a full moon has once again taken its wacky toll on Mojo. He had a strange fascination with Rusty’s ear – the inside of it – over the weekend, and tonight he went from sitting on the chair to doing a u-turn run on the chair before dashing off like the devil was on his tail. Speaking of which, I had a dream that part of Mojo’s tail broke off, kind of like how a tree branch breaks off. There wasn’t any blood, just some snot-looking stuff that could have been slobber gobs from Rusty. It was a very weird dream.

And those, boys and girls, are the highlights. Unless you want to hear about all the cleaning I did this weekend, which I’m pretty sure you don’t.