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mousmeI wasn't up all night, but it feels like it. I made poor life choices and decided I would stay up to watch Hannibal, which continues to delight me. However, at 21:30 my landlady walked through the door, so not only did I stay up past my bedtime but I didn't even get to reap the rewards of my poor life choices. I am bitter about this. Also tired.
I had a visually pretty intense dream right before awakening. It's fading fast, but I remember getting together with a small group of friends and![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
pdaughter in a restaurant. We occupied two adjacent booths, even though there were only a handful of us. I ended up alone in one booth while the others sat in the other. I was talking to my friend K (not on LJ), because she had a syringe full of... something, I now have no idea what it was but in the dream it was vitally important. She'd been keeping it for me and now I wanted her to give it to me so I could use it, but everyone else at the table was telling me not to take it, that it would be bad for everyone else even though I needed it. They were very insistent, but I stood my ground, knowing that this was necessary.
That's when things got gory. I sat back down at my table (the restaurant was a rotisserie, so the table was covered with plates of roasted chicken and fries and baked potatoes and piles of steamed vegetables), and tried to figure out the best way to do what I needed to do. The syringe was a very large one, much larger than anything you'd find in real life. I knew that the only way I'd be able to administer whatever was in it was if I cut open my arm, so I did that using a razor blade. I did a pretty through job slicing open my left wrist and painstakingly injected myself with whatever the hell that substance was. I'm pretty sure it was meant to transform me, or improve me in some undefinable way. It was difficult to do, since I essentially had to expose one of my veins to do it and hold my arm up to the light to get it just right, and it took some doing.
Of course, after that there was the issue of having a thoroughly lacerated wrist in the middle of a restaurant. There was a mother sitting in the booth next to mine with her young daughter (on the other side of the booth my friends andpdaughter were sitting at), and I was worried that they'd be alarmed at the sight of that much blood (there was a lot). I was trying discreetly to stem the flow of blood with some napkins when everyone at the first table got up, having ostensibly decided to leave. They stopped by the other table to chat with the mother and daughter and so I got up too, even though I was still bleeding profusely. We had an informative conversation about the various kinds of vegetables the restaurant had served and why they had chosen that particular presentation (it was something about splitting up the broccoli so it would seem more palatable), and all the while I was desperately trying to hide how badly I was still bleeding.
In the end, everyone left without me, saying they had more important places to be. I stayed behind to try to tidy up the dishes on all three tables, and was trying to wrap more napkins around my bleeding wrist when my alarm rang and woke me up.
Aside from horrifically bloody dreams, yesterday was pretty good overall. I walked during my lunch break and had another delicious mason jar salad for lunch. I'm still working on the food/better nutrition thing. I thought I was doing okay yesterday, since last week I'd brought too much food to work with me. By the time I got home last night, though, I was very hungry and thus overdid it a little at dinner. So I'm going to have to tweak the amount of food I bring to work with me so I'll have something to eat later in the afternoon. Apparently all my willpower goes to hell in the evening/at the end of the day, which at least is consistent with studies on willpower. I just have to work on not needing to rely on willpower to get me through the last few hours of the day. More on that when I figure it out, I guess.
My coworker is back from his sick leave, but he's only back part-time. He'll be here during the week, four hours a day only, at least until the end of June. So I still get my nights and weekends to myself, which is pretty keen. It's a win for me for now, though my boss has made noises about moving someone over to my shift, which is not as awesome. I don't feel a particular affinity for either of the two guys he's thinking of putting with me, and I'd honestly rather be left to my own devices at work rather than have to learn to work with another partner. That being said, I'm paid to work here, so if that means learning to work with a new partner, so be it.
Since I'm alone this weekend I'll have to do my walking after work, which is fine. It just means I'll have to make sure I get out there and walk when I get home, rather than collapse in a puddle. See above: less willpower at the end of the day.
The yoga has also not happened yet, due to my poor life choices/going to bed too late. I have at least found a nice yoga-for-beginners routine that seems doable. Oh, and before I forget, I should think about the things I am grateful for today:
1- Bananas. No, seriously. Yummy, portable, not messy, and a great source of potassium. Also, it sounds funny when you say it a lot. Bananas!
2- I am grateful that I live in a place in which food is not only plentiful but generally inexpensive and nutritious and comes in a variety that many people can only dream of.
3- I got interrupted by work before I could get to #3, so I guess I'll say I am grateful that I have work to do that I find rewarding.
And that's it for now. Stay tuned for more riveting updates. Possibly with less blood next time.
I had a visually pretty intense dream right before awakening. It's fading fast, but I remember getting together with a small group of friends and
pdaughter in a restaurant. We occupied two adjacent booths, even though there were only a handful of us. I ended up alone in one booth while the others sat in the other. I was talking to my friend K (not on LJ), because she had a syringe full of... something, I now have no idea what it was but in the dream it was vitally important. She'd been keeping it for me and now I wanted her to give it to me so I could use it, but everyone else at the table was telling me not to take it, that it would be bad for everyone else even though I needed it. They were very insistent, but I stood my ground, knowing that this was necessary.That's when things got gory. I sat back down at my table (the restaurant was a rotisserie, so the table was covered with plates of roasted chicken and fries and baked potatoes and piles of steamed vegetables), and tried to figure out the best way to do what I needed to do. The syringe was a very large one, much larger than anything you'd find in real life. I knew that the only way I'd be able to administer whatever was in it was if I cut open my arm, so I did that using a razor blade. I did a pretty through job slicing open my left wrist and painstakingly injected myself with whatever the hell that substance was. I'm pretty sure it was meant to transform me, or improve me in some undefinable way. It was difficult to do, since I essentially had to expose one of my veins to do it and hold my arm up to the light to get it just right, and it took some doing.
Of course, after that there was the issue of having a thoroughly lacerated wrist in the middle of a restaurant. There was a mother sitting in the booth next to mine with her young daughter (on the other side of the booth my friends and
pdaughter were sitting at), and I was worried that they'd be alarmed at the sight of that much blood (there was a lot). I was trying discreetly to stem the flow of blood with some napkins when everyone at the first table got up, having ostensibly decided to leave. They stopped by the other table to chat with the mother and daughter and so I got up too, even though I was still bleeding profusely. We had an informative conversation about the various kinds of vegetables the restaurant had served and why they had chosen that particular presentation (it was something about splitting up the broccoli so it would seem more palatable), and all the while I was desperately trying to hide how badly I was still bleeding.In the end, everyone left without me, saying they had more important places to be. I stayed behind to try to tidy up the dishes on all three tables, and was trying to wrap more napkins around my bleeding wrist when my alarm rang and woke me up.
Aside from horrifically bloody dreams, yesterday was pretty good overall. I walked during my lunch break and had another delicious mason jar salad for lunch. I'm still working on the food/better nutrition thing. I thought I was doing okay yesterday, since last week I'd brought too much food to work with me. By the time I got home last night, though, I was very hungry and thus overdid it a little at dinner. So I'm going to have to tweak the amount of food I bring to work with me so I'll have something to eat later in the afternoon. Apparently all my willpower goes to hell in the evening/at the end of the day, which at least is consistent with studies on willpower. I just have to work on not needing to rely on willpower to get me through the last few hours of the day. More on that when I figure it out, I guess.
My coworker is back from his sick leave, but he's only back part-time. He'll be here during the week, four hours a day only, at least until the end of June. So I still get my nights and weekends to myself, which is pretty keen. It's a win for me for now, though my boss has made noises about moving someone over to my shift, which is not as awesome. I don't feel a particular affinity for either of the two guys he's thinking of putting with me, and I'd honestly rather be left to my own devices at work rather than have to learn to work with another partner. That being said, I'm paid to work here, so if that means learning to work with a new partner, so be it.
Since I'm alone this weekend I'll have to do my walking after work, which is fine. It just means I'll have to make sure I get out there and walk when I get home, rather than collapse in a puddle. See above: less willpower at the end of the day.
The yoga has also not happened yet, due to my poor life choices/going to bed too late. I have at least found a nice yoga-for-beginners routine that seems doable. Oh, and before I forget, I should think about the things I am grateful for today:
1- Bananas. No, seriously. Yummy, portable, not messy, and a great source of potassium. Also, it sounds funny when you say it a lot. Bananas!
2- I am grateful that I live in a place in which food is not only plentiful but generally inexpensive and nutritious and comes in a variety that many people can only dream of.
3- I got interrupted by work before I could get to #3, so I guess I'll say I am grateful that I have work to do that I find rewarding.
And that's it for now. Stay tuned for more riveting updates. Possibly with less blood next time.