Don't listen to the make your own tampons person.

I don't know about you, but I am seriously tired of this weather. I love the rain, I really and truly do, but no when it is interrupting my life to the point where I can no longer walk around without getting my jeans completely soaked through and there are trees lying in the middle of the road and forcing me to take City Ave to get anywhere. I can't even get a decent school delay even though no one get there. If this were snow it would be a totally different story. Snow doesn't flood people's homes and ruin their lives. It just merely inconveniences them and makes for excellent snow adventures with your roommate. The worst part  of these storms for me has been when the hit in the middle of the night when I'm not expecting them. This last one was particularly not fun. I had maybe been asleep for two hours with the sky opened up and dumped a river's worth of water onto all of the air conditioning units outside of my window. It sounded like someone had fallen off the building and landed on my air conditioner. Still sleepy I looked out my window and through the slats in my shades the lightening looked like the early morning light. I had to check my watch because I couldn't believe that it was already 6am. In actuality it was only 2:30am. This weather has really been hampering my good sleep habits.

I've been getting really good sleep this past week and it's left me feeling really good. I've been asleep by 12:30am at the very latest and up at 7am without fail. Some days I even have to push myself to fall back asleep for a few more hours. Thursdays (excluding this past one) are my sleep in days. Somehow I've managed to start class at 1pm and have avoided scheduling anything before then so I can sleep in or use the time to catch up on homework that I may have left to the last minute. I'm finding that I am enjoying being awake early and still having enough time at night to get stuff done. Of course I've been a lot more coffee than usual before class. I need to find out where I can get the awesome Israeli coffee my Hebrew Friend serves. It's amazing. I also need to get my parent's Keurig machine the next time I'm in Stowe. It's such a convenient little machine, if only it could make pumpkin spice lattes for me. And speaking of which, the Starbucks on Old Lanc has finally put their sign out advertising the arrival of their pumpkin spice latte so that means that for the next couple of weeks I will be standing in line with Marg loading ourselves with spicy caffeine product. I love pumpkin products, they signal the advent of fall and fall means leaves, apple picking, and warm clothing.

Dreamless in Philadelphia.

My dreams are driving me insane, I need to stop dreaming. Lately I've been dreaming about mundane things that have little peculiarities about them and they are always about people I know. I've been having recurring dreams about work. Nothing exciting happens, we just serve coffee and everyone I usually work with is there: The Ballerina, Willa Cather, Betty Page, and My Hebrew Friend. I told The Ballerina about my work dreams and she thinks I'm insane for dreaming about a place we hate and the fact that all we do in my dreams is just serve coffee. How mundane. The other recurring and boring dream that I've been having is about hockey. It's just reenactments of practices but there's usually something a little out of place. One there were four goals being used and another time there were player from my high school team mixed in with my current team. All very strange, all very boring, and all recurring.

Last night I had my strangest dream in a while. Usually I can't remember when I've had those dreams, I just wake up with that feeling of deep distress and I know that something happened. Last night right before I was awake I felt like this dream I needed to remember so when I finally did wake up I had to struggle to remember everything. The dream was about a friend of mine and my sister and a friend of a friend. It seemed to have begun after I fell asleep because I remember being called out of my sleep to have to go find my friend. I ended up in a house where my sister was the roommate of my friend's friend. Very strange because my sister is in CT and six years younger than her dream roommate. My sister does not play well with people who are too much older than her. The details about what happened next are a little fuzzy and very embarrassing for me, but I ended up having a fight with my friend and spent a large portion of the dream being mad and doing my laundry in the strange house. Even the boring and mundane seems to be creeping into my exciting dreams. Though this dream wasn't so much exciting as it was upsetting and terrible, it just didn't have hockey or coffee in it. It wasn't exciting it was just new. After hours of laundry I sort of made up with my friend, stopped doing laundry, and then everything faded to black.

I woke up this morning, had a bunch of unopened texts, convinced myself I've started doing things in my sleep again, wrote about my dreams, and now I have to get ready for work.