Rest and relaxation, but no red wine.

I'm not going to lie as much as I love going out after work with friends, I'm really loving that I decided to come home and just sit in bed for a little bit and let my body unravel. I have the pillows all arranged nicely and supportively on my back, the comforters and really fluffy and spread out at the bottom of the bed supporting my legs and the paper lanterns above the mirror fill the room with a gentle glow. I still have a few things to do around the apartment: pick up my room, make something to eat, and clean up the giant pile of things I pulled out of my utility closet this morning in search of duck tape. Usually on a night like this I would call My Hebrew Friend or Marg and see if they wanted to come over and watch movies and indulge in red wine, but I saw My Hebrew Friend yesterday and Marg's spending the weekend at Drexel and I'm out of red wine. Tonight is for me and my chance to just get to rest and relax on my own. I may even sleep in tomorrow past 8am. For now though I'm content just to sit here and write.

I received an update on the good news from earlier this week. I am no longer going to have to be unemployed. In fact that's exactly what I shouted out at Willa Cather today before we epically high fived in front of several perplexed customers. Now she just needs to solve her set of anxieties and we'd all be set. After Willa left though I slowly started to melt into the floor. My converses were a poor choice to wear especially since they are so worn out and old that I would rather cut my feet off right now than have to put them on again. It got very very slow almost to the point where I could have just stayed in the back all night and no one would have noticed. I let Ruth leave early, it was that slow. I kind of wish she had stayed because after she left The Prophet started chatting me up and it was kind of annoying. Ever since Yonni pointed something out to me I've become more aware about how oblivious I am about guys. Honestly when I got together with a guy this past fall I had no idea that that was his intention until it happened. Unless I'm the person going after something I rarely have any idea about what is going on around me when it concerns me. Total fail and now I'm starting to wonder how many opportunities I passed up because of my total obliviousness. Anyways I like to look at The Prophet, he's pretty but he's had odd interactions with some of my friends and it's best to just keep him at a distance at all times.

Yesterday at work Zach Galiafinakis told me about a movie called Peggy Sue Got Married. He told me not to be fooled by the title and that it was actually a really great movie. Another coworker also chimed in and said that it was not what you would expect and that it is actually a very well done movie. I think I'm going to watch it tonight. I need to take a break from Murder, She Wrote.

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.

Valentines and a birthday.

It's Valentine's Day, the second prettiest holiday of the year. I was woken this morning by texts from my parents and later a long one from my mother asking if I had gotten the stuff she sent me and then me explaining that the mail doesn't come until later in the afternoon and that I wouldn't be able to get it until after my evening class. I love their holiday packages. Lance always sends a large confectionary package and my mom sends cards. I keep all of their cards. They are in boxes around the apartment and in stacks on my dresser. Cards are possibly the only thing that I keep over time.

Today it is also Marg's 21st birthday! Yay the baby is finally a grownup and the last of my friends is finally old enough to go to El Vez for tacos and endless margs. It's been a long six months, but now we can be together again. I spent yesterday getting cards and chocolates for her and my friends. I love picking out pretty cards and giving them to all of mt friends. Marg got a whole stack because there were way too many that I couldn't resist. She's also getting a pink Domo doll from work when we go out later. I have to use up a gift card so I'm going to spend it on her and because I have to drop something off at work for a friend and she'll be the one driving the car.

I also went to Wine and Spirits this morning, City Ave's ghetto-ey liquor store. It's really the only place closest to me that was open this morning, but Willa Cather says that everything on City Ave is ghetto-ey so I really didn't have any choice. It was me and a bunch of old men perusing the ailes for libations and thank god for sales because I walked out of there with several bottles of wine and only spent $20. And I didn't get white zinfandel. I did get chick wines but today is too nice a day for sugary crap. I think if I had gotten it Kate would have known and sent Batman down to beat me up. At work we are wine snobs. Can't help it, there's just too manyy good ones in the closet. Being a wine snob is kind of like being a gin snob, but I used to live in Stowe and that's basically what anyone is, unless you're Lance and then you just don't give a fuck. Speaking of Lance, two weeks until Key West.

Sunday morning couldn't get away from it.

Bad call on deciding to work for Willa Cather today instead of taking the day off to do homework and clean up the apartment. I even tried to get up early today to get as much as I could done, but I couldn't get myself up in time to do anything. I had to go to work and try to not relive the worst day of work imaginable  in the history of all working days that was Saturday. Holy FUCK Saturday sucked. But now it's over, moving on. Work today was fine, pretty tough on the ankles. It's like I'm pregnant or five hundred pounds overweight after four nights of work. Not pregnant by the way Mom.

At work I've been reading The Rum Diaries by Hunter S. Thompson. I've read some of his other books and articles, but this one is new to me. It was also the only Hunter S. Thompson novel at work. Sad. The Rum Diaries is beat journalism meets gonzo journalism with rum, sex, and sun tans. Set in Costa Rica, I only have fifty pages to go I'll let you know how it is once I finish it on Thursday.

After work I drove straight to Andi's to get food because I was starved. I don't really give a crap about football, but I did get one of the Parsons Twins to make pigs in a blanket so it was still a win for me. I left early. Too many smelly guys does not juxtapose nicely with Sidney's nose. I had my hour of football fun and then I had to leave to do homework and laundry and avoid doing homework and laundry by writing blog posts and watching Weeds. Tonight's the last night of no sleep. Hebrew Boy said he's working better by getting better sleep; I need to get my act together and get to bed at reasonable hours because service starts this week.