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dreams, books, work

October 31, 2007

I just had the most bizarre dreams. I don’t remember the point exactly. I just remember that we were staying in some really nice hotel. There was an old guy who seemed to have a few young black mistresses or something. There were parrot heads mounted on curved poles used to deliver messages. We were in a field and they were blowing something up so what looked like huge pieces of sidewalk kept flying up in the air. I was afraid they were going to land on my head. A friend of mine that I haven’t seen in years was in the dream and we were making drinks that involved icy pops and trash bags… His adult sister was also mad cause she couldn’t find all her barbie heels (for actual barbies). I also dreamed it was 8:30am when I woke up, but it was really 10am. I didn’t even eat anything before I went to sleep…

I’ve been reading Hemingway’s “Green Hills of Africa” and wonder how much a part that played in my dreams. How bizarre. I don’t know if it’s because of his writing skill/style, because he was a traveler or because he’s in Africa, which I can actually imagine, but I find myself getting very lost in this book. It’s odd to sit in the galley on the plane and read and when I stop I feel like I’ve forgotten where I am and what I’m doing. This is my first Hemingway, as far as I can remember, and I’m enjoying it. It’s become almost a Pavlovian response that whenever I see, read, hear the word Africa Toto’s “Africa” starts playing in my head. It’s a good thing I like the song, otherwise I’d get really annoyed.

Other than that it’s all work these days. I did a 2-day Sunday and Monday, came home, did some laundry, repacked, and am doing a ridiculous 3-day now. It’s a waste of time. I’m still happy though because it isn’t even the first of the month and I’ve already gotten 3 great swaps. I’m trying to get more hours next month and would rather maximize the days I’m already working instead of picking up extra days of work. So far I’ve gotten 12 more hours just by swapping. It makes me happy. I’m once again addicted to Flica, but in the long run it makes my life better, so I’m okay with it. For the first time since I started here I’m holding complete weekends off. I like it a lot :-D. I also realized yesterday that despite all that bad stuff I say and feel sometimes, I really like what I do.

Oh yeah, I got my hair cut and colored yesterday. I’m completely dark brown now. I really like it. I’m thinking about changing my color every few months. Probably just because I have short hair and I can and it makes me happy :). Platinum will be coming one of these days…

Currently reading : Green Hills of Africa By Ernest Hemingway

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