[cancer|personal] And the crises roll on; plus a disquisition into my dreams
Slept short and weird last night. Crashed hard early, woke up at 2:30 am, never went back to sleep. In a nutshell, this is Not Good. At least the GI stuff has settled down to the usual dull roar.
Strange dreams, too. I’ve lost the very beginning, but at some point I was making out with
Somehow, without transition, I found myself driving around a NASA facility in a dark blue Ford police interceptor. (I’ve never owned one of those, though a baby puke yellow Ford LTD wagon was in my life for a while back in the 1990s — that’s the car I flooded with raw sewage while driving it, if you’ve ever heard me tell that story; also the car I took over the river in Mexico on a canoe ferry. Also the car I was driving the night I nearly wound up in a shallow grave but for the luck of fools and the forbearance of some very puzzled, heavily armed men. Probably just as well I don’t own it any more, upon sober reflection.) I parked the Ford and went into some building, but none of the doors had handles and I very nearly got trapped by security.
Back outside, I wanted to see them assemble the LEM in a nearby building, but I was having a lot of trouble with my car. Then I realized I’d left my 1958 Chevrolet work truck there, too, and was trying to drive both vehicles at once with very limited success.
In other news, no writing this past weekend due to family medical issues. And I may be double booked on medical business this afternoon, so I’ll be quite surprised if I get any writing done today. This is frustrating the hell out of me. I’m not in actual danger of defaulting on any deadlines quite yet, but this is not me.
In other other news,
Ghu, this all sucks a lot.
Posted: 3:50 am Mon April 19 2010 |