It’s Saturday! And I have nothing really to do! Normal to-do list instead of crazy one like lately! It’s weird and great!
Gonna make some plans
Gonna eat this egg sandwich
Gonna drink this coffee
Katy is now of course the keyboard player in Gossip, and I think hearing all her amazing tales (they are big here but they are actual rock stars in Europe, with private jets, red carpets, screaming paparazzi, etc) gave me an anxiety nightmare. I dreamed I was the new drummer in the band. Since this was an anxiety nightmare, it obviously took place during sound check for our Big Show. I kept trying to grab band members and whisper “but I haven’t played drums in EIGHT YEARS and I wasn’t even that good then” and “But I don’t know ANY OF THE SONGS” but they’d always say “yeah, we’ll talk after sound check.” But sound check went on and on. And I was comically bad, I was like “which one of these is the kick pedal??” and “these aren’t drum sticks, these are carrots!!! OH NO”
Finally Beth got mad at me, and I was so ashamed and also I felt bad because Katy had recommended me and now I had made her look bad. I think the dream ended with me contemplating suicide.
I woke up and thought “Oh my god, thank GOD I’m not the drummer in Gossip”
Last night I made a fancy cocktail and then decided I didn’t want it so I put it in the fridge. Do you think it will still be good today? No ice was involved at any point. Just juice and booze and dash of bitters. Why not, right? I bet Elizabeth Taylor did stuff like that all the time.
My list for today:
– make reading list
– do discussion questions for class monday
– write conference emails
– write recommendation letter
– go to co-op and buy PMS pills
– go outside
– do stretches
– keep reading religion book
pretty good list
It’s a rainy lovely morning and I slept until 7:30, what luxury. At night snoopy woke me once with his barks, which was especially gripping since Jae had texted me that there was a “weird guy” by New Seasons and if I went outside I should call Steve. Clearly snoopy was barking at this weird guy who somehow came directly to my house from 12 blocks away. But then he (snoopy) laid back down and so I just went back to sleep. Good self-defense skills!
Actually owning a dog is great self-defense. His barks are very macho and though skinny and dumb I do think his teeth could tear open a man’s jugular NO SWEAT. The question is, would he do it, if need be? A good dog is very unwilling to harm a human; however they are also protective and loyal. I think he would know if I were being brutalized. Would he help or would he just hysterically scream? Oh god why am I thinking about this
You know you have crossed over into Parenthood Land when fantasizing about being attacked makes you PRIMARILY upset for how it would traumatize your dog.
I love my dog so much. He’s a really good friend.
onward!
