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I had a really odd dream last night that's been playing through my mind all day. It's unusual for me to really remember a dream, let alone have it play through my mind for any length of time. It's so non-sensical that it can't mean much of anything important... but it was so vivid. It included me doing a lot of things out of character, so I'm not going to talk about it.
Today has kinda sucked. When I woke up to take a shower, the tub was too gross for my liking as the rats' cage had been cleaned there. That's a pet peeve, but regardless of my objections cages continue to be cleaned there. It also screws up the drain. All I could do was quickly wash my hair.
Then, as I made myself some lunch to snarf down before I left for work, the ketchup fell out of the fridge and exploded everywhere. I had to change clothes and clean the kitchen, which meant I ran out of time to eat my lunch. I gave it to Amy so as not to waste it. It's her day off.
Now, I'm hungry and I still smell ketchup everywhere I go. I love ketchup and it's my favorite condiment, but after having that many ounces of it all over myself, I'm sick of smelling it.
Oh, other news: we gave the rats away to a new home. They were good rats, but we didn't interact with them or anything. When Amy got them, she said she was going to train them (?) but never did, and that was a year and a half ago. Three less mouths to feed, one less cage to clean, etc. We gave them to some goth girl in Kent who had pet rats and hamsters and had posted a classified ad on Petfinder to find more. Now, she can talk to our old rats when she thinks about death all the time. So long to Peggy, Luanne and Nancy!
And we bought a cheap-assed mandolin from Musician's Friend yesterday. After discussion, Amy bought it as a surprise. Only problem was, within hours after we paid for it and the money was taken from our account, we got notice today that the fucking thing's on backorder until at least May 17. I called today and cancelled the order. They still have our money and probably will for a few days. I'll just wait and buy a better one when I can afford it, or buy one somewhere else. All this web-commerce, all that capability... and you can't tell me the thing's on backorder before I order it? Fuck 'em.
I think the semester is stressing me. I'm also trying to find a summer job. I'm going to apply at Priscilla's today, since I've worked there before. I'm also going to try to get on at the Drive-In up in Ravenna since I've worked at those before too. Stick with what you know, I guess.
I'm also cutting down my Seeds of Change article, per their request. They said if I get it to 3,000 words, they'll probably use it for the cover. I've been cutting and cutting and I've got it down to 3,211. So close, but those last 200 words are a bitch.
I feel like going and getting drunk, and I rarely drink. Is that a problem?
Posted by Your Friendly Neighborhood DJ on April 10, 2006 12:27 AM | Permalink
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