Thunder of Wade

Another weird dream last night. In the dream, I was taking a night-class and trying to get ready for the final. I went to the bathroom before class started and was too short to reach the urinal. Made quite a mess, but the bathroom was already a disaster so I didn’t feel bad.

Went outside for a quick cigerette – which is really odd since I’ve never smoked and never will. Wandered around the parking lot and over to an army vechicle. Wasn’t surprised that one of my fraternity brothers was in the cab and he called out to me. Keith wanted me to watch the vechicle while he got changed in the back.

I told him I couldn’t stay long – and that I didn’t know what to do with my cigerette. He handed me out a sock monkey and told me to put it out in that. So, I rubbed out the cigerette with the sock monkey and turned to see a young boy standing nearby, facinated with the army vechicle. From across the parking lot I saw a women approach – his mother, I guessed – who called out to him and slowly and cautiously approached. From her mannerisms I guessed that she was distraught and trying to hide it so as not to scare him.

She started circling around him, trying to get closer without it looking like she was getting closer. The boy was trembling, facinated by the vechicle, but ready to run. He finally broke his gaze away and started to bolt. With that weird dream knowledge I knew that his mother had been chasing him all day and that he more than a little unstable. I grabbed him as he tried to get past and held on.

He was strong, his fear and maddness making him even stronger. Even though I was a lot bigger than he was, I was having to tough time. I called out to Keith, who was now standing at the side of the truck, to help me. He just picked up the sock monkey from the ground where I had dropped it and told me I was doing fine as he shook his head.

The boy was going even crazier, twisting and turning in my arms, trying to get away. The mother stood back and watched as he finally knocked me to the ground – bringing us both down. I landed on my back with him on top of me – nearly knocked the wind out of me but I hung. He was panicing so much now that he threw up – I felt the heat as it splashed me and was scared that he would choke on it since he was on his back. I struggeled to twist around to help him, and then woke up.

And quickly made a direct trip to the bathroom – any dream about using the bathroom is a full on gurantee that I really do need to go and should just wake myself up and take care of business.

Quiet around the homestead last night – which is not to say that it wasn’t still noisy. The dogs barked, my room-mate struggled with the fax machine, and his son kept getting phone calls from girls. It was quiet in the sense that there was still no harsh words between my room-mate and me. We exchanged pleasentries and that was pretty much it.

Of course, he still hasn’t paid his rent for this month – his last at the apartment. I’m going to ask him about it next time I see him. Things are going better than I expected, might as well shake things up a bit.

Back to work…

Tuesday – maybe not always that day somewhere, but the feeling of a tuesday lasts beyond the day. Especially a tuesday after a holiday, and in my case a vacation/holiday combo. Since I last posted, I took a trip to see Jimmy Buffett in Pittsburg. Great show, lots of fun. Hung out with Jeff and his family – crazy people, but fun.

Talked to my room-mate last night. Had a normal conversation on the phone – like nothing was going on. Weirded me out quite a bit – though I don’t think he’s a good enough actor to fake me out with that level of normalacy. Well, guess I’ll just have to wait and see.

Back to work…

Avoidance is bliss. Sort of. I avoided my room-mate yesterday. Got home from work and he was upstairs. I went outside and read until he left, then I went up to my room and made some calls. Then I left to go to border’s and burger king – then going in to work to play Diablo for a bit. Home, shower, bed.

Yeah, pathetic, I know.

Ah, well, that’s the way it goes. I did talk to the landlord’s secretary last night when I paid my rent, she said she’d let him know. I’m going to call him or write him an email letting him know what’s going on. Just covering my ass. Not that I think there will be any legal problems. And if my room-mate makes a big deal about it – well, then I just bail. That’s always been the back up plan.

This morning – lot of trouble getting out of bed. Then when I did get up, I was horribly sick. Did the old dry heaving thing in the bathroom for a bit. A little mouthwash and I was ready to go to work. Joy. Well, only a 1/2 day today – taking a trip for the next few days. Which is good, cause I think it’s obvious that I need to get away.

Better get to it and do a little work though…

Finally told my room-mate to move out. Way behind on his rent and phone bill, making big decisions like moving in his girlfriend (and her dogs) and his son without telling me. And the list goes on. I finally have had enough. I gave him a month, which is generous, and then I’ll have the place to myself. Lots of cleaning to do then, but I can deal with that. I can’t afford to stay there forever, but I’ll be fine for a while. Once the apartment is liveable by human standards again, then I’ll move out and find someplace smaller.

Kind of a stressful morning, but I got through it and I’m doing okay. Going to be a rough month, I think, but I’ll be okay.

Back to work…

Spent last weekend with the ‘rents for Dad’s birthday- had an okay time. Everyone was really busy with stuff, so I spent quite a bit of the time just hanging around. I had a good book with me, so that was okay.

Got home and found that one of the dogs had eaten through one of my DVD cases – a cool one too, part of a box set. And I also found that my room-mate’s oldest son had move into our basement, using my old mattress and box springs. All the rest of my stuff was shoved off to the side. Funny how I’m never really told about these things and I have to find out on my own.

So, I’m finally going to do it. I’m going to write my letter to the landlord today about moving out – we have to give 30 days notice. I’ll pay my rent this week and find a new place. Not going to make a big deal out of it, but I’m just going to do it.

Today is the first day of classes around here – time to get back to work. It’ll be a busy day.

Talked to my sister last night – trying to figure out what to get Dad for his birthday. It took several emails and multiple phone calls to finally get a plan. He’s really tough to shop for.

Did some more origami last night. Turned out well, but I found that the really cool paper I wanted to use is only square until you take the perforated edge with the barcode off – then it’s short on the sides by 1/4 inch. Did a little swearing on that one. I think the company will be getting an email from me.

And I’m tired. The apartment situation is getting worse. I’m so far out of the loop and the place is a disaster. Doesn’t seem worth the effort anymore to try and maintain things.

Once I get back from my trip, I’m going to start looking for a new place. Took a long time, but I’m finally burned out.

Back to work – lots of files to convert today. Tedious, but it has to be done.

Yesterday was busy. Meeting, training session, quick meeting, long meeting, working lunch, minor disaster. Fun fun fun. Today looks like training, meeting, lunch, training. Hope I have time to get to my actual job today.

Went out to eat at Olive Garden last night, good stuff. Shrimp and Crab ravoli and stuff mushrooms. I belonged to the clean plate club on that one.

Watched a little bit of the Olympics last night – saw the women win the beach volleyball, so that was cool. Worked on some origami flowers – and finally found my hot melt glue gun.

A pretty quiet evening – which is exactly what I needed. Of course, Sarge threw up on the floor and Lulu took a piss in front of the stairs, but even that wasn’t as bad as it could have been. Though I am running low on carpet cleaner.

Had a dream last night that Jessica Simpson faked her own death and stayed hidden for a year – though I knew about it since I was involved in filming the promos for her return. Very surreal.

Oh, in one of the meetings yesterday, everyone acknowledged my title of Master of Space and Time – which I thought was nice. They also kept referring to “anthony magic” – a generic term that represents working my ass off for some tedious project that’s given to me at the last nano-second.

Well, looks like I’d better get to it. The magic doesn’t happen by itself.

Yep, that’s pretty much my morning. The cookies are to keep me happy in the face of what I’m certain will be upleasant meetings. The hand sanitizer is for the sneezing – another sinus infection, I think. Seems like I’ve always got one of these.

Watched most of my Eddie Izzard DVD last night. Funny guy – and all over the place. Also worked on some origami flowers, but since I can’t find my aligator paper clips, glueing is out of the question. Granted, hot melt glue sets up pretty fast, but it’s still too hot for me to use my fingers to hold it in place in the meantime.

Visiting the folks this weekend – should be okay. Dad’s birthday, but I’m hoping we get to do what I want to do – i.e. visit the Half Price bookstore. It’s impossible for me to walk there and leave without buying something.

Back to work – gotta go save the world again.

Oh, and the worst bit? I had to buy my own damn cookies. Working my ass off and getting so much stuff done for people with impossible deadlines and nobody has bought me cookies. I may have to go kick some ass. Or make a sign, “Will fix your webpage for cookies”.

My eyes are bothering me a little bit this morning, and it doesn’t help that I couldn’t find my shades. Should make the drive home unplesant. I could have looked more for them, but I was running late anyway.

Finished up an origami project this weekend – despite having spilled coke all over it. I was so pissed at myself – just a stupid, clumsy mistake. I was able to salvage all the components and it turned out okay. Brought it into work – though I’ll most likely take it back home to get some photos. Really need to update the origami pics on my website.

Well, gotta get going and do some work.

That was yesterday for me. Over and over again. Trying to convert a website to a new web-based editor. Unfortuantly, due to the way it was set up, this is the best way to do it. And there’s a lot more today…sigh.

Played a little more MegaMan last night, almost had fun with it. Almost. About one more session and I’m going to sell it, I think.

Kicked some butt in Diablo II as well, doesn’t seem as hard as I remember. Still have to face Diablo in his lair, but I’ve got a little way to go.

A little more drama last evening around the homestead, room-mate and his girlfriend go out for a nice romantic evening. While they are gone, his ex-wife dropped off his oldest boy. There was, apparently, no planning involved. Well, I think my room-mate and his girlfriend had plans, but those got disrupted. I think things got settled out, but I would just as soon skipped the whole deal.

No dreams that I can remember, so…time to get back to work.