I saw a post on FB that was like
Who is the most famous musician born in the same year as you
And I was like I don’t know, let me check Wikipedia
And boy, is that a good way to feel bad about yourself
I had the Back Working at HMV dream again.
It was very vivid. Scanning items, taking resumés, talking to co-workers.
I told my manager to make sure I’m only booked after 5
Because of my other job
The job I’ve been doing now longer than I was ever at HMV
I could use a few extra bucks though…
Maybe by next year
I won’t remember
This year’s tears
On your cheeks
End of Uncertainty
What is there to do but sit and wait and be anxious?
So like
Sometimes I stay up late and write
But tonight my brain is extra tired from life and living
And yet I am not in bed
All I can do is stare pointlessly at my phone
Until my body demands I go to sleep
Which I expect any minute now
Quotidian
Every day, weekday or weekend, I wake up, usually around 8. I sit in bed reading on my phone, checking a few favored sites, until my brain feels ready to do the day. Then I get up and brew a cup of coffee in my favourite mug (currently the one I got from Jimmy’s Coffee on Portland) and sit in the old easy chair we rescued from the side of the road in 2016, sipping amd finishing my reading, which usually culminates with the meme dump my friend Blake posts to Facebook every morning (very reliable and appreciated) and then Wordle, which I still do faithfully.
If it’s a weekday, I’m not usually bothered if this all takes until after 9 AM, logging on to work in my own time. Mel currently isnt working so I just let her snooze until she’s ready to eat or whatever she needs. If it’s a weekend, I usually move to the computer to do some writing, either on my comic blog or on my fiction that few people will ever see, which I work on until 12 or so when Mel wakes up and we have breakfast, and start our day.
It’s september 2023 and this is all still true, except Mel has had a job since January. She often sleeps late and starts work late. It works for her. I take her some breakfast sometime in the mid-morning, then I shower at lunch. It’s a good life. Especially the coffee and bagels.
Dream Aug 28
I’m at school and I have learned one of the other students has possession of a homemade gun – a modified pipe that fires a large marble type ball, about the size of a ping pong ball, and planning to use it on people. I was able to get it away from him, although it did go off and the ricochet hit someone (but someone I didn’t like.)
Then once all the commotion died down I was sitting around the lunch table with my friends. I started singing Weezer’s “Perfect Situation,” with all if them joining in on the woah-ohs.
Dream Aug 25 2023
Quentin Tarantino died in the middle of production of his final film, entitled SOMEPLACE. He left specific instructions to star Robert Downey Jr on how it was to be finished. The only shot I saw was of a massive cruise ship on railroad tracks pulling into a futuristic city.
Seems like a departure.
