wackaworld

isn't it weird when people who really ought to be mad at you- aren't.

yet- people who have no business being mad at you- are.

the world's wacky place, i tell ya.

no, i do not care to have the interpretation of that dream.

i get it. what my brain is trying to tell me.

so senator ted cruz. he's quite the jerk, huh? "green eggs and ham?" and he quotes it while completely missing the point of it. what a tool.

and yeah, i see flaws in universal healthcare. but seriously? this ted cruz guy's a tool.

read anything good lately? i'm reading something really strange right now that i got free off of amazon. i even forget the name of it, and i'm too lazy to walk back into the bedroom, to get it. anyway, it's about how rich people are screwing with poor people, although written some time ago about another time. but it surely could be now. i really need to download the new ravitch book. i can't wait to read that.

ha. omg. i just turned john stewart on. and he's reading "the bore-ax" - a parody of cruz's reading. ha ha.

anyway. so what else? my cold is better. my job is happy. and i'm still glad to be here.

tomorrow, in addition to downloading the book and going to work, i need to go to the grocery store and do my laundry. the cupboard really is bare. and i'm out of unmentionables. i've just been either too busy or too sleeping to get to those things.

so that's about it. i'm going to watch the rest of stewart, then colbert, and then read my strange book. and fall asleep.

and maybe i'll dream another dream that i do not care to have an interpretation of.

over the edge

last night dreamed this: i was scampering along a path. yes, i know scampering is a goofy word, but that best describes what i was doing. i was scampering- not running. not walking. not hopping. scampering.

so i'm scampering along this path and on the edges of the path, there is foliage. flowers, shrubs, etc. mixed in with rocks. and i'm happy.

i'm just scampering for no reason what-so-ever, down this path. happy.

then i become aware of my view to my right. it's a breath-taking sight across a canyon and down to a clear blue/white stream. and a mountain on the other side.

and just when i realize that i'm very close to the edge of the path- and that this edge drops down into this canyon- the ground breaks under my right foot.

and that's when i wake up. when i'm struggling to grasp something or regain my balance. on the crumbling ground. and there is that horrible fear that i'm going to fall.

and i wake up.

and i think "wow, i'm glad that wasn't true."

cooking once, cooking twice

cooking chicken soup with rice.

i actually am. cooking chicken soup with rice, that is. cuz i'm not going to lie, i kinda feel like crap. don't you hate the common cold?

and don't you hate how whiny people become when they've caught one?

well, too bad. i'm going to be whiny today. and in fact, i'm going to declare this "the worst sunday ever."

even if it's not that bad.

but, because i don't feel well because of this stupid cold, and having to drive 3 hours while sick, and because i saw someone's dopple-ganger today. and in particular, a dg who is disconcerting to me- I AM going to whine.

so i am home now. and i've turned the football game on, and i've had a cup of tea. and now i am actually cooking chicken soup with rice.

because i deserve it. i deserve something medicinal that skates the borders of healthy and comfort. and perhaps a shot of brandy too.