I have no real reason to update this....
Aug. 10th, 2003 02:56 pmI just do it because I can. Yeah, the stomach stuff never really went away (although it's not nearly as bad as it was yesterday), and when I called Cherie, she had me check to make sure it wasn't appendicitis, and then said it was likely food poisoning. I seem to get this more than most people, it's not fair.
I called in sick this morning, and there was a new manager dude. He obviously had no idea who I was. I had to tell him when my shift was and shit.
Also had a weird dream/experience. In a series of dreams I was having, I was on vacation somewhere warm and medditeranean. Looked sorta like Italy, but the version of Italy one experiences at, say, Busch Gardens. It's *too* perfect. In any case, at one point, I dreamed that I woke up in my hotel room, and this huge spider was hanging off the ceiling over me. Y'know, one of those garden spiders that are actually harmless, but are literally half a foot wide and look like they could eat small birds? Well, in my dream, I closed my eyes, and when I opened them up again, I didn't see the spider. I could only assume it was in bed with me. So I really wanted to get out of the bed. But I couldn't. I was actually, by now, mostly awake in real life, but I couldn't move. I was trying and trying and trying to move, and I couldn't. I wonder if my muscles actually tensed up. I realize that dreams where one can't move are based on a normal body thing, but it sure is panic inducing nonetheless. It's not like you can tell yourself while still dreaming, "oh, this is just the result of a natural phenomena of the human body" when all you can think is, "AAAH!! Huge spider! In my bed! ....Can't! Move!"
I have a lot to do today. I leave tomorrow for Newport with Cherie and company. Man, I haven't gone on the yearly trip since....oh yeah, before I started dating Tony. :P The ironic part being that every year *I* can go, Tyson can't. This is the fourth time this has happened. So it will be a small crowd this year. In any case, my parents get back Tuesday, so I have to do my share of cleaning up before I go to bed tonight, so I can take in my financial aid paperwork early tomorrow morning and then lug me and my stuff to Cherie's so we can leave at noon.
I have a week off of work now, and that's all good. WOO HOO! Something about knowing you're quitting soon, makes it a lot easier to ask for so much damn time off.
Also, Trillian chat has stopped working on my mom's computer. Pain in the ass. Not really that many people to talk to anyway, though. The only person I seem to chat with at all is Ashley. Oh well.
I called in sick this morning, and there was a new manager dude. He obviously had no idea who I was. I had to tell him when my shift was and shit.
Also had a weird dream/experience. In a series of dreams I was having, I was on vacation somewhere warm and medditeranean. Looked sorta like Italy, but the version of Italy one experiences at, say, Busch Gardens. It's *too* perfect. In any case, at one point, I dreamed that I woke up in my hotel room, and this huge spider was hanging off the ceiling over me. Y'know, one of those garden spiders that are actually harmless, but are literally half a foot wide and look like they could eat small birds? Well, in my dream, I closed my eyes, and when I opened them up again, I didn't see the spider. I could only assume it was in bed with me. So I really wanted to get out of the bed. But I couldn't. I was actually, by now, mostly awake in real life, but I couldn't move. I was trying and trying and trying to move, and I couldn't. I wonder if my muscles actually tensed up. I realize that dreams where one can't move are based on a normal body thing, but it sure is panic inducing nonetheless. It's not like you can tell yourself while still dreaming, "oh, this is just the result of a natural phenomena of the human body" when all you can think is, "AAAH!! Huge spider! In my bed! ....Can't! Move!"
I have a lot to do today. I leave tomorrow for Newport with Cherie and company. Man, I haven't gone on the yearly trip since....oh yeah, before I started dating Tony. :P The ironic part being that every year *I* can go, Tyson can't. This is the fourth time this has happened. So it will be a small crowd this year. In any case, my parents get back Tuesday, so I have to do my share of cleaning up before I go to bed tonight, so I can take in my financial aid paperwork early tomorrow morning and then lug me and my stuff to Cherie's so we can leave at noon.
I have a week off of work now, and that's all good. WOO HOO! Something about knowing you're quitting soon, makes it a lot easier to ask for so much damn time off.
Also, Trillian chat has stopped working on my mom's computer. Pain in the ass. Not really that many people to talk to anyway, though. The only person I seem to chat with at all is Ashley. Oh well.