Today

I'm trekking out to Schaumburg if my friend ever wakes up so that he can pick up his check. Then tonight, playing pool on new team tonight for second time. Hopefully, I keep up the winning streak. I'm not holding my breath though.

To Sleep, Perchance to Dream

I've been sleeping like crazy lately. Get this: I went to bed at 10 last night, and aside from being up for an hour or so a couple of times, I woke up at like 6:15 tonight. Wtf?? So, now here I sit at 8:30 p.m. having my morning coffee. ugh.

Stress dreams

even though I don't work, I still manage to have stress dreams about work. One wasn't about a work: it was about this person who had some disease where he looked kind of like a monster or something, and everyone at the theatre was applauding that he got to sing in this back part of the theatre, and I was like, "why don't they let him have his own show on the main stage?" Everyone just laughed. Grr. Then I had a dream where I remembered the name of my boss at the Cosmetic Center in the 80s, and I thanked her for being so nice after so many mean managers. That was a true story, only I never told her. Then I forgot the other dream, but it was about work and stressful. Blagh. I think I need a new paradigm about work.

It's Never Enough

I can't just still still and be content. Instead of enjoying the now, and having a nice evening indoors, I'm always wishing there was more: wishing it was earlier; wishing I was going out; and so on. I need to enjoy being at home more, I guess. It probably stems from not having a regular job. I'm at home too much.