This is a post. Surprisingly enough.
This past week has been an interesting one, to say the least.
Last Saturday, I stomped and killed a spider at work. In front of my employer, the tech I'm replacing and a customer. There was really no thinking involved at all. I saw the spider and then next thing I know, my right foot was over where it used it be. So, of course I got the spiders-are-good-they-kill-bugs-and-karma-will-get-you lecture. Apparently what I should have done was to scoop up the spider and put it outside, in the freezing snow... (no kidding, it really snowed in Vancouver this week). Anyways, that's not the bizarre part, the dream I had that night was out-of-the-world freakiest dream I've ever had. I dreamed that I was standing, barefoot and I was trying to stomp out some tiny, human-shaped fleshlings (or fleshy, tiny humans, I guess) which has infested my room. The problem was stomping wasn't working too well since I was barefoot and they were carrying miniature weapons. So I ended up with cuts all over the bottom of my feet. This was round one and they'd won. Round two, I was lying in bed when I felt something squirming in one of my ears. Some fleshy, squirmy thing... It's not a very pleasant feeling, even if it is just simulated by the brain. So I was pissed off, and I grabbed the thing (person?) and tore it apart with my bare hands. Conclusion? I'm not very nice.
Wednesday, I cried in the public for the first time in a long while. Someone I really, really admire just diagnosed with cancer and I don't know how I'm going to keep my composure when I go visit her. Cancer blows.
Friday, just had an exam (and forgot to bring a pencil for it), found out that the grandfather of one of my friends from elementary school have died, worked for 6 hours and then came back home and did laundry.
Saturday...why is it Saturday again? Can't we just skip to Sunday? Actually, maybe we could fast forward past the midterm coming up on Tuesday...
Last Saturday, I stomped and killed a spider at work. In front of my employer, the tech I'm replacing and a customer. There was really no thinking involved at all. I saw the spider and then next thing I know, my right foot was over where it used it be. So, of course I got the spiders-are-good-they-kill-bugs-and-karma-will-get-you lecture. Apparently what I should have done was to scoop up the spider and put it outside, in the freezing snow... (no kidding, it really snowed in Vancouver this week). Anyways, that's not the bizarre part, the dream I had that night was out-of-the-world freakiest dream I've ever had. I dreamed that I was standing, barefoot and I was trying to stomp out some tiny, human-shaped fleshlings (or fleshy, tiny humans, I guess) which has infested my room. The problem was stomping wasn't working too well since I was barefoot and they were carrying miniature weapons. So I ended up with cuts all over the bottom of my feet. This was round one and they'd won. Round two, I was lying in bed when I felt something squirming in one of my ears. Some fleshy, squirmy thing... It's not a very pleasant feeling, even if it is just simulated by the brain. So I was pissed off, and I grabbed the thing (person?) and tore it apart with my bare hands. Conclusion? I'm not very nice.
Wednesday, I cried in the public for the first time in a long while. Someone I really, really admire just diagnosed with cancer and I don't know how I'm going to keep my composure when I go visit her. Cancer blows.
Friday, just had an exam (and forgot to bring a pencil for it), found out that the grandfather of one of my friends from elementary school have died, worked for 6 hours and then came back home and did laundry.
Saturday...why is it Saturday again? Can't we just skip to Sunday? Actually, maybe we could fast forward past the midterm coming up on Tuesday...