Retribution

12 hours of sleep.

That's what I got last night.

I feel like a million bucks, or I did at 11:15 this morning when I woke up.

Then, running outside on this perfect Fall day.

It was a perfect way to take back my sleepless nights.

No worries. I'm well again, now.

The Sleep Eater

If I didn't know any better, I'd say my Sleep Eater was peanut butter.

But it's not.

I haven't had peanut butter in a month, I think, so that can't be why my legs are itching.

I even showered and put on lotion (which I despise) before I went to bed - so I'm not dirty or alligator-skinned.

It's the third night in a row that I've awakened around 3 or 4 am, almost wide awake. Before tonight, I was able to go back to sleep after thirty minutes or so of flipping and flopping around in bed.

Today, however, it's five til seven and I've been awake since 3:30 am. I'm starving but almost feel nauseated.

I was able to do a lot of work on my online resume, though, which is nice and means I'll have less work to do this coming week. Brilliant!

Now for sleep...

I need my eyes checked

This morning I was reading a small section of a pretty cheesy Christian daily inspirational thing. Sometimes you can find gems amidst the cheese.

The text was talking about the vision God has placed in your heart and that you shouldn't abandon it simply because you can't see how to get from here to there.

Then it said, "Whether it's leading in the bedroom, starting your own business..." I stopped and said, "What? The bedroom?" I thought this was a bit more conservative than that.

Upon re-reading, it said, "Whether it's leading in the boardroom..."

15-year old face

I was asked yesterday by a very cute old man in a perfect old-man hat who was walking his tiny, rat-like dog, if I was in high school.

The dog, on a side note, peed on the grass by tucking his tiny butt underneath himself, and pulling his lower legs off the ground - it was an Olympic gymnastics move - truly astounding.

When I said to the gentleman, "No, actually I'm in graduate school," he paused and asked what I was going to be.

"A Librarian," I said, smiling.

He nodded his head pronouncedly saying, "There's nothing wrong with that." And after a moment of silence added, "It'll make you smart."

There you have it. That's why I'm in library school - because it'll make me smart.

Lost in my dreams

Perhaps it was because I didn't watch Lost last night.

Or the fact that I still have to wait two weeks for the new episode when someone dies.

But last night, the cast of Lost showed up in my dreams.

I thought upon first reflection that I had been a part of the show on the island. But that isn't true. We were in a bungalow-ish hotel, only we were secretly all sharing one room. We couldn't leave, we had no contact with the outside world, and no one was to know we were there. There was a cupboard, with a key that only Jack had, through which we got our daily food rations. So I guess the producers and a food lady knew about us. But that was it.

In the particular scene of which I was a part, I was friends with Jack, Lock, Kate, and some other people who probably aren't actually on the show, but they were in my dream. The producers of the show were trying to introduce new characters by throwing random people from the street or from auditions into the room with us. It was a small one room bungalow. And the people who were thrown in, didn't even last the night. They were removed the next morning - despite our efforts to encourage them to stay. When the newbies left, we were distraught because some of the actual hotel guests from the outside had seen us, all piled on top of one another in this small room. And one man had this knowing look; we could tell he despised us.

It was so strange, but so vivid. One of the ladies had peeling maroon finger-nail polish. That's how detailed it was.

Last week in review

For the best recounting of the Matt Nathanson show on Monday night, you must read Liz's blog. This is why I love having writers for friends - they make everything so vivid and real.

In other news, I'm learning html and I think I'm really going to enjoy it. I'm creating an online resume and next week it'll be something else, but it's fun to know what the techies know. Or at least a tiny portion of what they know.

I now have the coolest bookends ever. For graduation last May, Leslie got me bookends of the Parthenon. They are heavy wrought iron and absolutely beautiful. Tracy recently sent me a package - which is so nice - that included these old-looking bookends: one side has 4 increasingly taller green books with gold accents and the other has two small books (one red, one green) standing on top of a larger brown one, which is laying down, and another tiny yellow one is propped up diagonally. I wish I could draw a picture, or take a picture, but I don't have a digital camera. Anyway, these wood bookends are awesome and will someday be the perfect thing for my bookshelves (Beauty & the Beast library style). Both of these bookends are from a consignment shop near Concord. I really need to go to this store.

Cheers!

Here's to Nickel Creek, best bluegrass band I've seen or heard. To great live performances at amazing venues, to Long Islands when you need them, and the smell of pot when you don't need it.

Here's the Year of the Music! May this year beat out the Year of the P**l's.

Thanks, Katie, for getting us the tickets and making it possible to experience such transcendant brilliance.