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.
We have been lazy today. We slept in, then played a little bit of Wow just long enough to check our characters’ mailboxes and discuss plans for later. Pickle came out and played with us, running around the living room like a psychotic ball of fur and teeth and claws before attacking me ankles in the bathroom for no other reason than that I was standing on the bathroom rug. We showered, and Eddie had fun putting the shower head on the “spray flesh from bone” setting and “painting” my back red; it felt divine on my still terribly sore back. Then we drove up to Attleboro to check out Newbury Comics’s selection of lawn gnomes. From there we hit Stop & Shop to grab food for lunch and dinner, and then on to my store to grab some pink flamingos, tin foil, Breathe Right strips, and dishwasher soap.
Nanny is in good spirits, either that or has decided that she’s just going to do whatever the fuck she wants at this point in life. She wants to spend her money (she’s going to be doing that anyway, her chemo meds are about $650/cycle). She wants a sports car. She came upstairs last night and had Brian make her a drink. She made Brian go out and get her a DVD to watch. For the first time in several years she didn’t eat a salad with her dinner. She laughed at my joke about how it’s a short trip from breast cancer to colon cancer when your boobs already hang down that far anyway.
At now, since we’ve finished out dinner of fish and chips and have done some good stuff in WoW already (reaching level 36 and doing a Scarlet Monestary run with some guildmates), I think we’ll retrieve Pickle from her spot in the bathroom and retire to the bedroom for tv and books. We’ve both got work in the morning, and I’d like to be able to relax tonight so that I’m mellow enough tomorrow and don’t stab my idiot of a pharmacist in the eye with a spatula or brain her with a tray when she fucks something up.
We’re still on the hunt for a car. Eddie made a few phone calls yesterday, and I talked to my dad while I was at work. Unfortunately Dad has no leads on anything in our price range, and we’re trying to avoid going to a dealership because we don’t want to have loan payments and higher insurance payments because we’d need full coverage. We’re hoping to check out something Eddie found on Craigslist tonight after he gets home, and with any luck it’ll be a decent one.
Right now I’ve got 2 virus scanners running on my computer to try and get all the shit that seems to have exploded in my hard drive over the past week or so. I have no idea where all this shit came from, but seemingly overnight everything seemed to go pear-shaped and so I’m trying to rid my pc of all the baddies. So far, it’s a slow process. Once that’s done I’ll head into the bathroom with a bottle of blonde dye for phase one of my monthly application of bright red dye.
I had another class reunion dream the other night; this time the reunion was held in the parking lot at WalMart and everyone sat in lawn chairs. In this dream I hung out with a bunch of people that I actually hung out with in school, and we all were wearing casual clothes, which was much more comfy than the high heels in my other dream.
I stumpled upon this site this morning, and I swear that if we ever end up renewing our vows and having a 2nd wedding ceremony I will be buying a dress from them. They’re gorgeous. And made to my measurements to boot.
I took advantage of last Saturday to spend a little time updating the WoW guild’s website for April Fools Day with a pretty pink Hello Kitty layout. I must have sat there at my desk giggling for an hour while I did it.
We’re still carless. We’re using my mom’s beast Durango for now, and we’re hoping that either my dad can find something cheap and reliable or that he’s willing to help look at ones that we find elsewhere. Eddie’s looking at Craigslist right now.
Work was slow last week, but picked up a helluva lot today because it’s the beginning of the month and a Monday. Last week I displayed a prime example of my mouth running faster than my brain when a customer was joking about how we were going to empty his wallet when he picked up his meds. I rang up his 3 scripts and gave him the total of about $75, and he said something like, “Oh, I felt that coming….” to which I replied, “Sorry, maybe next time we’ll buy you dinner first.” Thankfully he’s a totally laid back guy and just laughed like it was the funniest thing he’d heard all week.
I’ve been having crazily fucked up dreams lately. Last weekend I had a dream that I went to my 10-year high school reunion, which was a weeklong party held in a frat house on the URI campus. Rather than having sit-down or buffet style dinners, the food reminded me a lot of the stuff we had in high school. To get to the party, we needed to take the ferry, and I rear-ended Chris Chester’s car on the dock. I was also incredibly confident and looked smokin’ hot in my cute little babydoll dress and heels, until I nearly fell down the stairs and knocked a beer out of a classmate’s (Brian Schneider, I think) hand.
Tomorrow I go into work late, and Eddie has the day off. I’m hoping for much snuggling and to finish a bit of crochet I started last week. WoW will be down for most of the day, so no playing that all day like we did on Saturday. It’s also Dad’s birthday, so I’ll be calling him at some point to rub in how old he’s getting.
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