Late For Work

When I know I have to be somewhere at a certain time, a time that I don’t normally wake up at (say 8 a.m.), I have this phobia that I might not hear my alarm clock, and I won’t be where I need to be at that certain time.  This morning, I needed to be at work at 8 a.m., and set my alarm clock last night before Kyle called so I wouldn’t forget to do it afterwards.

Well, I finally fell asleep at about 10, and woke up several times this morning.  Once at 5:30, once at 6, once at 6:30, and so on, until it was 7 and I fell asleep more deeply.  I didn’t worry much about being late, because my alarm clock always wakes me up; I’m a light sleeper.

I dreamt that my alarm clock was going off, and I couldn’t make it stop.  I unplugged it from the power cord, took out the emergency batteries, shook it, pressed the “alarm on/off” button, and so on, until I couldn’t stand it anymore.  I brought it to different people, asking them what I should do.  Everyone told me to do something else, and nothing worked.

When I finally got it to shut off, my eyes snapped open, and I realized that the beeping was not just in my dream, my alarm clock had been going off for about 30 minutes.  I was going to be late.  I pulled my hair into quick pigtails and then rushed out the door.

I was only 10 minutes late, but I’m freaked out that it’ll happen again, only I’ll be going somewhere more important, such as my college orientation.

I’ll be leaving on the 4th, which is only TWO DAYS AWAY, and I’m super excited!  I’ve already packed, but I have a feeling that I’m forgetting something.  I usually make lists, but I haven’t had the time to stress out about this trip, because I’ve been working so much lately.

Today at work, I did something that brought back so many fond memories.  Running through the sprinkler!  The water was ice-cold, my swimming suit was tiny, and the sun was warm on my shoulders.  I loved it.  Along with the pigtails, I felt like I was 11 years old, and in love with summer vacation.


Day Two

I slept wrong last night.

I slept on the little corner section of a sectional couch, and I didn’t have room to stretch out.

So now;

There’s an ache in my shoulder,

In my side,

In my hips.

I also had the strangest dream ever that, when I woke up, I thought I would blog about it.  But, when I was woken up in a way I’ve never been woken up, i.e. a baby screaming, I forgot all about it.  I’m the one always pining for a baby, and a few days ago, I actually told Kyle: “Everyone around me is having babies!  My biological clock is ticking!  No.  The alarm on my biological clock is freaking DINGING.”  (I never did get that saying, “my biological clock is ticking.”  It’s basically stating a fact.  A clock ticks all the time.  To say your clock is ticking, is to say that you’re a woman, right?)

My biological clock’s alarm isn’t as loud today.

Ahh! …

The weekend! Two days of rest and relaxation, or, if you’re me, two days of working so you have enough money to take on your trip…

And after the weekend, only a few more days until I go to Chicagoland, check out the college, and that boyfriend of mine. :) You’ll see the pictures when I get back. By the way, I’m still hoping for a storm that makes it impossible for me to get back home for a few weeks. Maybe if I hope hard enough, it’ll happen, and I’ll be stuck (not unhappily) with my boyfriend for a few extra days…or weeks, perhaps?

Not much to post, other than the fact school is wearing me down, day by day, and my headaches have slowly started dissipating…Hopefully they’ll just go away on their own; you can only hope, right? The whole being a senior thing is getting old, what with the daily dose of homework, and don’t forget the force-fed amount of daily drama, as well.

On the knitting front, I’ve done no knitting whatsoever since I finished The Boyfriend Hat. I’m think about making another one, because I have plenty of the yarn, but the casting on, and the first row of stitches was a nuisance.

I had a pretty crazy dream last night, as well. Something about a big garden that I hid in (and ran through, like a child) wrapped in some sort of sticky vine, a house I kept stumbling through to get away from whoever owned it, a big body of water behind it, sort of like a pool, but it was more like a lake, these tiny cats, called “wildcats”, that kept attacking sheep, and a HUGE yarn expo, set up like a supermarket, with the wares in wooden crates with prices stuck in them…

Have a nice (relaxing) weekend! :)