Dreams Within Dreams

I've been getting a lot of headaches lately. Usually I pretty much ignore them as much as possible, but when they're bad I take a couple of the strongest pain killers I have and try and nap.

So, I'm reclined in my easy chair, napping off a head ache, and I have a dream about some kind of holy place (I hesitate to call it a church). The floor was grass and there were no seats. It was a huge blue glass dome and the sun shone through illuminating the beautiful paintings etched on the glass panels.

I woke up when my husband came home from the store with the season salt we'd forgotten to buy when we grocery shopped. I told him about my dream and he agreed it was strange, then wandered off to do stuff in the basement.

I went back to sleep and picked up my dream where I left off. When I woke up this time I realized the whole thing had been a dream. There was no season salt and I hadn't told the husband about the dream.

How weird is that?

Sick

It's a sickness I tell you!

There I was sitting around whining about being so broke I'd have to start working overtime again and what do I do?

Well, first it was Avon Friday. Avon Friday occurs every second or third Friday at work when the Avon order comes in. And with that order comes a new catalogue.

Catalogue shopping is way too easy. The slick pages are filled with many tempting shiny things. I have been trying to cut back but . . .

I have a pair of shoes that are still wrapped in plastic, as is the purse I got three orders ago. This week is was a set of wind chimes that have coloured lights in them to simulate fibre optics.

Then I made a trip to the dollar store to buy batteries for the simulated fibre optic lights, and also picked up a funny plaque for the wall and a booklite. My second booklite in less than a month. And no, there's nothing wrong with the first one, this one was just smaller and cuter, that's all.

I needed some junk food on Friday after work and got side tracked by a little book store I hadn't visited in quite a while. I couldn't resist picking up three books by three of my favorite authors. And today when I stopped at the pharmacy to buy my lottery tickets I couldn't help but notice another couple of books by yet another pair of favorite authors . . .

This spending money on trinkets and books - it's a sickness I tell you!

Distractions

There is one serious drawback in working in a paperless office. When I get a really good idea I can't write it down. I can't even type it out and e-mail it to myself - we can't e-mail outside of the office. And of course I get my best ideas at work!

Somewhere in the murky depths of my brain are the makings for two poems and a few ideas for some of the setting problems in Lost and Found. I've been sitting here for the last hour trying to retrieve these ideas but no luck.

Of course some of it may have to do with sitting in the living room with the lap top instead of in my office. And part of it may have been the need to finish yet another book. AND part of it may be the way I keep getting distracted by Dancing With the Stars. Aren't there any Beatles fans out there? Stop voting for Heather!

In my defense, I did try to get some useful writing done after work. But we had an awesome thunderstorm - sheets of rain, high winds, the whole sheebang - and I have a lot of windows from which to watch it from.

Have I mentioned I get distracted easily?

About Time

I figured it was about time I updated.

It's been awhile but I haven't really had much to say. Please note, however, the change in the Zokutou bar.

Overtime at work has dried up, which is giving me a little more time and energy. Theoretically anyway. We had a week and a half of grey, miserable, rainy weather that sucked the soul right out of me. It's taken this long for the sun to re-energize me.

And now, of course, I have a vile sinus cold that's crawling its way downward into my lungs. Can't win for losing.

Speaking of losing, I got my tax return, which amounted to almost as much as a full paycheque, and it was gone in the space of a few days. But at least Visa, and the cable people are happy again. And we can eat for a few more days.

Think, think, think!

I think I think too much. I finally have my office to the point I can use it for writing and I came in here and set up my lap top, but . . .

First I e-mailed my sister, who has to resort to sending me "Are you alive?" e-mails before I'll get around to responding. It's not that I don't love my sister, it's just that I don't feel like I have all that much to say.

Then I had to check my horoscope, on two different sites no less. And of course I had to read today's Post Secret.

Next I automatically went to my favorites to check out the blogs I keep up with. Seems like I'm not the only one without much to say.

In between I've been glancing around at what's left to do in here. Re-organize my bookshelves, find homes for the two fountains in here (one big that the cats like to drink out of, one small enough to go on top of a book case, both dry as a bone and dusty) and figure out which charity I should donate the books/junk I'm getting rid of to.

What I should have done is come in here, set up my lap top, and immediately started working on one of my WIP.

That being said, I think I'll go get another cup of Earl Grey, and start over. My goal today - get one of those Zokutou bars to move!

QUIZ

What Be Your Nerd Type? Your Result: Literature Nerd   Does sitting by a nice cozy fire, with a cup of hot tea/chocolate, and a book you can read for hours even when your eyes grow red and dry and you look sort of scary sitting there with your insomniac appearance? Then you fit this category perfectly! You love the power of the written word and it's eloquence; and you may like to read/write poetry or novels. You contribute to the smart people of today's society, however you can probably be overly-critical of works. It's okay. I understand.
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Who's the April-ist Fool?

Me, that's who. I'm back to working the 10 hour days, starting tomorrow. Which means getting up at 5 a.m. again . . . But at least I can go back to having my weekends free. And maybe VISA and Mastercard will finally get off my back.

Spent the better part of today doing the tax thing. I've had the program for a while, but procrastinator that I am I kept putting it off. I hate doing taxes. I don't know why - the programs make it so simple. But I always come away feeling like I missed something and that some day the government is going to come and ask for all their money back.

And can someone explain to me why a young adult (can't really call her a kid any more) who didn't work at all last year, ends up with a refund??? Bad enough she gets the GST every year.

The office is almost finished. At the very least it's finished to the point I can use it for what it was intended for.