The other night I had a bizarre dream that I went to the tattoo shop to get my chest worked on, but when I got there it was already finished, so the artist decided that what would really make it look good would be a few dermal anchor piercings, which he did with a nail gun. Mind you, I was well aware that this is not the proper procedure for this sort of thing. He did a few on my chest, then seemed to think that the nail gun would double as a Bedazzler and was going to decorate the hemline of the skirt I was wearing, thus attaching my skirt to my legs until I pulled the not-quite-anchors out later.
The other night Eddie had a dream about zombies. I think it’s contagious, because the following night I had a zombie dream. Fortunately my dream was far less serious, and the zombies were quickly dispatched by Reba McEntire driving a rusted out pickup truck.
I made some more little clay earrings, as well as a necklace. Eventually I’ll get around to finishing them all and polishing them, then take some pictures to post. They’re pretty cute, I even made Eddie a hearthstone pendant. He came home with a big pack of assorted colors for me to play with, and I’ve had fun all this week, with the exception of the night that I burnt them all in the over because I can’t read the temperature dial properly.
Work was insane this week. It started off normal, then Supertech called out sick on Wednesday and Thursday, and then the new tech called out tonight, and all hell was breaking loose. Add to that me oversleeping a bit and leaving my glasses at home. It wasn’t pretty when I left the store tonight, but the order was put away and there was no one left waiting in line. Plus, I didn’t have to wait on one of my least favorite regulars, a bitchy woman who speaks pretty much no English and never stops her son from screaming his head off as though he’s being devoured be demons in the toy aisle.
Tomorrow my mother and I get to go get our hair cut. This should be fun, since I really don’t know exactly what I want, and the picture that I’ve got showing something that I like is a bit on the smallish side. But I need a cut badly, and a trip to Riverside will get me out of the house for the afternoon.
My birthday is next Tuesday; I’m going to be 31. I’ve got to come up with a list of things that I’d like, since Eddie has no idea what to buy me. Honestly, I’ve got no clue what I want; I’d be happy with some little toys and maybe a new external drive to replace the one that died during the move. Oh, and some pink earbuds for the iPod. And a Talbuk for my WoW character.
The other night I had a dream that we were moving again, and we had a load of strange pets. I was in the driveway playing leap-frog with a kangaroo, and everytime the kangaroo jumped over me I would yell “A dingo ate my baby!”
Our power went out last night, interrupting us halfway through CSI. An hour or so later we gave up waiting for things to come back on so we just went to bed.
My new schedule starts to go into effect next week, and I’m not working a single closing shift at all. I’m thrilled. I also get to go to court on Thursday because of a speeding ticket that I got a couple of week ago. I get to watch a bunch of shows that I don’t normally get to watch, which will be fun.
Speaking of work, here’s a bit of advice for anyone who would like to be a pharmacy tech. If you come into the store and pick up your prescription of Suboxone because you’re addicted to something nasty, don’t also ask for a 10-pack of syringes for your “diabetic grandmother”, tell us you need another copy of the job application because you screwed up the first one, and attempt to steal a Beany Baby on your way out the door. Just go home and try to come up with a better excuse for buying syringes while you’re supposed to be clean. Everyone and his brother that buys syringes is getting them for a diabetic grandmother, you’re not original.
We’ve had a very hot week in RI. Today it’s only about 75F, but it’s been in the 90’s for the past few days. The skies boiled over with a thunderstorm that rebooted my computer at some point last night. I learned that nothing is quite as embarassing as being stuck in 96F heat on the highway and being caught singing Bon Jovi’s You Give Love a Bad Name with all the truck’s windows down, unless it’s being caught by an SUV filled with black guys who are applauding your performance.
I called my mother last night to find out how my grandmother made out with her second dose of chemo yesterday. They’re expecting her hair to thin, so my mother bought her a couple of do-rags. She’s been told that she needs to walk at least 10 minutes a day - not 10 minutes at once, but total, since she’s too weak to do much more than walk up the stairs to get dinner. She almost fell in the shower this week, and needed my cousin to help her put her bra on when she got dressed the other day. And have I mentioned they’ve discovered she’s got bone cancer as well? Is there anything else that can go wrong with my grandmother, or can we be cut some slack now?
I love Fridays. I especially love Fridays at the end of the month, when the pharmacy is empty of everyone but the most freaky of the local freaks. We get to sleep late tomorrow morning, and I hopefully won’t wake myself up shouting “I’m gonna call the cops!” like I did this morning while having a nightmare. We’re not sure exactly what we’re going to do all day, but there’s a couple of good movies playing at the drive-in (Ocean’s 13 and Live Free of Die Hard double feature) and we’ve been debating going to BotCon downtown. I still can’t believe that they’ve changed Bumblebee in the Transformers movie. There’s going to be a whole generation of kids who have no idea that Bumblebee was a VW Bug.
My dreams scare me sometimes. The night before last I had this long, drawn out dream about being in a men’s prison. While I was there I was tied to a bed and gang raped by various inmates and the warden, who were all intent on getting me pregnant. Eddie was also there, and we were both rather nonchalant about the whole situation, even having sex while the inmates were taking a break from doing all sorts of nasty things to me. At some point during the ordeal I slipped into a coma, awakening a couple of years later in a strange house with a strange man who told me that I’d been successfully knocked up and delivered a baby girl. The girl was handed to me and was most definitely the daughter of the strange man, and I was very pissed off that I’d not only had been forced to carry and deliver a child but that it wasn’t Eddie’s.
And then last night I had another pregnancy-related dream, this time I had some sort of complications with the pregnancy that literally turned me into a skeleton. Eddie put me together (the leg bone’s connected to the hip bone), and I tried to talk to him but couldn’t because without lungs and other organs I couldn’t speak, only click my jaw bone. Eventually he put me together and I grew back to normal, and was then sent out to go work in the Providence sewers with Mike Rowe.
