shanmonster | Left in Stitches

My night was not filled with sleep, but rather with suddens jolts awake and jumbled up dreams. In my dreams, I took pale filtered photographs of parts of people's faces and bodies, covered all over with garish cartoon images of snails, punctuation, and pimples.

And when I did finally get up, I had to make a couple of phone calls. My sister thought she left her wallet at my place yesterday, but she didn't. I called the gym to see if it had been turned in there, but it had not. So then had to call my Mom to tell her the wallet is AWOL. I sure hope it turns up. My sister gets stressed very easily. She needs it for her Medicare card, in particular. She has stitches that were supposed to come out yesterday, but can't get them out without the card (at least, not without paying a bunch of money she doesn't have). At the very least,

f00dave can cut them out, like he did for me.

f00 fixed the showerhead yesterday. It's one of those fancy ones with different settings, only for the past couple of months, it's turned into just two settings: sprinkles or faucet. No more oscillation, pulses, or massage options. So he took it apart and cleaned it out, and now he says it's as good as new. The inside of it was disgusting. It was positively black. Considering only "clean" water runs through it, it makes me wonder what I've been drinking all these years, and if my insides are turning as disgusting as the showerhead's. Now there's a pleasant thought. Eurgh.

It looks like I have another forthcoming interview. Maybe I'll get the call tomorrow night after work. The shifts aren't my favourite, but at least they're consistent: 07:00 - 15:00, or 15:00 - 23:00. I'm not sure which shift I'd prefer. I know I'd prefer something in the middle, but that doesn't exist. Blah.

I feel a lot like I did when I moved out of my parents' into my first apartment. It's kind of scary and exciting all at the same time. I know I'll be ok if I move, but I worry about f00. We've lived apart before, and after the first couple of months (very soon after we were first married) it was fine. But I'm afraid he'll be too lonely, this time. After all, the distance is greater, and the opportunities for IRL visitations much more meagre.

So, booper, are you gonna be okay with this?