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Up and at ’em!

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Morning-time is here once again.

Rough dreams last night… not sure what the rhyme or reason was… What I remember was that it was storming outside, bright lightening and thunder, high winds…I was at a mall, and it was flooding with about ankle deep water on the floor. Not sure if I was supposed to be buying supplies, or what… it was the mall of the dead, and nobody was there.

My poor sweetie is working so hard to catch up with her work that we’ve only been able to chat a bit (as her mind needed to be on her project). I hope that we have an opportunity to gab at some depth soon. Maybe play a little AOK, snuggle, too. ICQ was weird last night…I hope that’s a one-time thing.

So many things to do…time to hop in the shower and then straighten up the house some.

I miss her. It’s only been hours since we’ve talked, but I miss her a lot.

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Drinking Arizona Iced tea, and resuming thoughts.

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Whee! just gave me a text page! Hi!

This morning, after recovering from the nightmare, I checked my mail. (BB crashed again last night. time to get and install the new ram… that’s enough.)

I got a letter from someone I’ve probably not seen in about 5-9 years. Robin Tunkel… a guy I hung out with, gamed with while I was at FAU/working at the Library. A nice enough guy, he started dating a girl after I dated her. That was weird. He found me on a gaming list… accessdenied, and is in Jacksonville now. I wonder if he’s changed as much as I have. I wrote him back, and I’ll be interested in seeing what went where. He and I both had some ugly sides to us at that I’m happy to have left in the dust… bits of shell crumbled slowly off over time. I like who I am now a lot more than who I was/Who I hung around with then.

He went through some tough times, spent a week on my floor at my old apartment, when I was in a smaller efficiency than I’m in now. A different time, short hair, tight, or no beard. A period of playing Shadowrun/GURPS/Hero System. Other folks from that time include James Dawsey (a roomie for a while), Pam, Just started hanging out with Ray and Kathleen. Just finsihed hanging out with Brent and Steve. Robin & James were some of the only friends of mine to go to my father’s funeral, years ago.

Paul is quitting here today at five. That’ll be a big bummer… he’s the most easy-going account manager I know. Diana needs to take some of his calm-lessons. Terri will suffer a great deal, as I imagine she’ll take on all of his responsibilities. Lately, they’ve been staying until 7ish at night, getting on top of some of our new jobs, but with one of them gone, it’ll be really rough.

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Dream memory

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I had a horrible dream last night. A freaky, nonsensical one. For some reason I was running in a underground tunnel system, with a long, deep channel of water runnning down the middle. I had a box of comic books, and some little figurines that were Newton and my sweetie (Not sure if they were really them, or just toys, but my dream mind said to protect them at any cost). There was a pack of wolves chasing me, and the tunnel was badly lit… All I could see was the wolves eyes in the dark, and echoing growls. To throw the animals off my scent, I urinated on some of the comic books… I remember taking a long time to weed out the ones I didn’t like as much… old Issues of Superboy, and tossed them down a side tunnel. I dove into the water, and swam upstream… the water seemed very clean, so I don’t think I was in a sewer. only one wolf followed me, and I savagely ripped out it’s throat when it clamped it’s mouth on my right arm. It was very vivid, and turns my stomach just thinking about it. The body I put in the water, and sent it floating downstream to the others, hoping it would make them slow down, and possibly eat him. I waded out of the water, figurines still in hand, and bright lights and a klaxon alarm went off… I began running again…Newton was on my shoulder, wearing a diving mask and a snorkel.

Then I woke up, heart racing, and in a sweat.

Yuck.

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it;s raining, it’s pouring…

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the old man is snoring…

Today’s forcast. Very moist!

I wanted just to sleep and sleep and sleep today. I was snoozing, Newtie on my neck, and as comfy as my bed’s pseudo-womb-like qualities could deliver. but, in order to pay the bills I got up, and puttered into work a bit late.

I’m well rested though. first sexy dreams in a while… I wrote them down when I first work up, who knows, I might even post them in non-private mode. 🙂 Unlikely. Not something I’m apt to share.

Back to work for me! I have Friday off, so I need to get on top of things here.