Ever just wake up and know that the day is going to suck? That’s what I feel like today. I’ve been up since about 5:30am because I’ve had nothing but horrible dreams, and I’m so worked up about them that my hands are shaking while typing.

The other night I had a dream that I invented a FABULOUS MACHINE. It wasn’t just any kind of fabulous machine, it was worthy of the capslock treatment. This machine took food and dehydrated it, leaving the outside crunchy and the inside gooey. Eddie told me this was already invnted and is called a toaster, but this FABULOUS MACHINE could also do one more thing, and that was convert the theme song of Laverne & Shirley to a ska style. Can you just imagine a barrage of horns backing “Our way, yes our way!” JUST IMAGINE IT, PEOPLE.

This week has been faster than usual. The first half of the week we got slaughtered at the end of my shift, and then today it was DEAD. Oh, and the lovely week off I had last week? I discovered on Tuesday that I’m getting paid for all of 10 hours of it because of some convoluted way that they’re calculating the vacation benefits with the company buyout last year, and since my hire date isn’t until next week I only had 10 hours of vacation time to use last week. However, after my hiring anniversary, I’ll get my regular amount of vacation, which can be used until Next May. Thankfully Eddie will be getting a bonus next month, so we’ll be back on track with finances, and then we’ll be moving into the new place which will give us even more cash.

And now, I’m going to go see about actually doing something in WoW, since my guild has gone to shit and no one wants to actually do anything. I swear that if I wasn’t running the damned website I’d be searching for a new guild at this point, but that’s a whole other post.

I had the most bizarre dream last night. It involved a landscaping crew watching Eddie and I in bed, and contrary to popular belief I wasn’t as enthused about this as you might think. And at one point I noticed that I had a plant growing out of my right calf, so I did what any normal person would do to prune herself and grabbed Eddie’s hair clippers and hacked away at the offending leaves that were sprouting so that it wasn’t quite as obvious that I HAD A FUCKING PLANT GROWING OUT OF MY LEG.

We won’t get into the vivid description I could paint of the gaping maw left when I managed to get the root bulb out of my muscle, because that would just be gross. I’m taking that dream as a sign from my head that I should shave my legs.

I’m just happy that the week is over. It’s been a long damned week involving drugs that we don’t stock, losers who only want a very specific brand of percocet, old women who call up to ask for their “vikes” 10 days too soon, and talking with the Cranston police department about fake prescriptions, so needless to say and I’m very, very happy that the weekend is here.

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.