My college roommate Kassandra just emailed me to let me know that she would be visiting home this summer! Sweet! I’m so very excited! Kass and I were always an odd couple but we got along extremely well. She’s one of those rare combinations: stunningly attractive (a mix of Madonna during her ‘Blond Ambition’ phase and Marilyn Monroe) and also very intelligent and opinionated. She now lives in New Mexico, running her own ad agency. I write copy for her now and then, but I haven’t actually seen her since 1991. It’s going to be so GREAT!!! We’re going to go to an old-fashioned place and drink Martinis and smoke cigars. I think we’re going to look like movie stars from the 1940’s. She’s going to be Marlene Dietrich and I think I’ll be Mae West, only brunette and more round and voluptuous. Ok, I know she was pretty voluptuous, but I’ll be more so.
My favorite Mae West quote: “I used to be pure as snow…. but then I drifted.”
I went out to lunch yesterday with my friend Markus. It was a little disturbing, because he reads this here diary and I’d start to talk about something and he’d already know. ‘My mom’s dog had puppies.’ ‘Yeah, with the husky?’ Then the whole time I couldn’t think of anything to say that I hadn’t already talked about here. So we gossiped instead. And ate too much. I made the mistake of getting soup and lasagne thus was walking around work afterward bemoaning my stuffed tummy. I just wanted to put on my cute jammies and curl up on my sofa, but there were things to do, stupid questions to answer, and a paycheck to receive.
Then I got accosted by one of the theatre people in town. She and I went to high school together and I see her out every now and then when I do the sing thing. She’s always sort of trying to prove stuff to me because I was a big theatre person and president of the drama club, etc, in high school and she was an underclassmen. I always feel like saying, ‘Chill, babe, that was like 12 years ago.’ I get the feeling that when people talk and talk about high school, it shows that that’s where they peaked. She raved to me about how she got cast in a dinner theater in town, at a bar. I asked her how she got cast, because I hadn’t heard of try-outs for it, and she was flustered, ‘Oh, well, my husband works for the bar and I’ve known the owner forever.’ So, this nepotism (of sorts) is something to be proud of?
Freud says that repetitive dreams are really impulses or conflicts that your subconscious is trying to work out. Repetitive conversations must be the same thing. I often have a reoccurring dream about someone trying to break into my house. The last one I had, my dream self had been so used to this dream, she was no longer afraid for her personal safety, she just didn’t want anyone to see our dirty house. So when my dream self runs around to lock all the windows, Dream Weetabix locked windows and also tidied up.
A sure sign of stress: multi-tasking in your dreams.
I miss Esteban. Yesterday, I didn’t see him all day. Every so often, we relegate back to a weird schedule, where I basically fall asleep alone and wake up with him in the bed, leaving for work while he is still asleep. And we both essentially work the same shift. I can’t imagine how couples who work opposite shifts handle it. It’s like having a messy roommate that you can’t even kick out.
This working ten hour days is starting to get to me. I end up staying up very late because it doesn’t feel like I should be going to bed three hours after getting home. Thus I’m very very tired.
Tilly has become a strange alarm clock of sorts. If I turn off my alarm and then pop back into bed, she’s next to me within ten minutes, patting me with her little paw. And if I ignore her, she makes this pathetic little “Mew” and continues to pat me in a different place on my body until I respond.
Snooze Alarm Kitty!
Did you know that the dog on the Cracker Jack box’s name is Bingo?
I didn’t either.
Mwah!
