The holidays have, for most of my adult life, come with a fair amount of stress and anxiety. There's either a scarcity of time, money or, in some cases, both. This year, time seems to be the missing commodity.
It doesn't help that I am sleep deprived. I have had exhausting, busy, frantic dreams two nights in a row. The kind that wake me up gasping for air.
I also need to take a look at some new pillows at lunch - ours are in need of a refresh.
But the other night, I dreamt that someone had let a bunch of dogs into my house where they had all crapped and vomited on everything. So I was alternately trying to reunite dogs with owners, figure out who had done this to me (and why), and cleaning up huge piles of bodily fluids (and solids).
I still haven't recovered from that.
Last night, I was playing a mini-golf course that incorporated a roller coaster made of golf carts. I was attempting to assist various family members and colleagues on this endeavor. Sounds fun. It wasn't. For some reason.
I also made the mistake of eating pizza yesterday. I always think I want it but it gives me horrendous indigestion. See also Italian, Mexican. So I woke up from the roller golf experience and took some Tums. And went back to sleep on my lumpy pillow.
So, here we are. Christmas is in a few days. I have more to do than I can list here, but it's a lot. And I apparently need new pillows. Ours are cursed.
While I'm at it, I'll pick up something tasty for dinner. And bland. Very, very bland.
That said, ironically, for lunch? I want Taco Bell.
Just saying.
Merry, merry, y'all.
ae
It doesn't help that I am sleep deprived. I have had exhausting, busy, frantic dreams two nights in a row. The kind that wake me up gasping for air.
I also need to take a look at some new pillows at lunch - ours are in need of a refresh.
But the other night, I dreamt that someone had let a bunch of dogs into my house where they had all crapped and vomited on everything. So I was alternately trying to reunite dogs with owners, figure out who had done this to me (and why), and cleaning up huge piles of bodily fluids (and solids).
I still haven't recovered from that.
Last night, I was playing a mini-golf course that incorporated a roller coaster made of golf carts. I was attempting to assist various family members and colleagues on this endeavor. Sounds fun. It wasn't. For some reason.
I also made the mistake of eating pizza yesterday. I always think I want it but it gives me horrendous indigestion. See also Italian, Mexican. So I woke up from the roller golf experience and took some Tums. And went back to sleep on my lumpy pillow.
So, here we are. Christmas is in a few days. I have more to do than I can list here, but it's a lot. And I apparently need new pillows. Ours are cursed.
While I'm at it, I'll pick up something tasty for dinner. And bland. Very, very bland.
That said, ironically, for lunch? I want Taco Bell.
Just saying.
Merry, merry, y'all.
ae
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