These Dreams Go On When I Close My Eyes

Don't you love when people tell you about their dreams? I know you do, so here goes: I often will have dreams that encompass the entire night and feel so real that, when I become conscious enough to think about them, I sometimes can't determine whether the dream is real or not. These dreams are typically centered around something that I have done, or forgot to do, that is causing stress and anxiety. When I was working, I would often dream that I had missed several key deliverables in a project and I was going to have to explain to my bosses why I had dropped the ball. Last night, I dreamed that I had committed a large amount of our money to buying a portion of a steer (for meat) in partnership with my friend Claire (Hi Claire, for your birthday you get to star in my anxiety dream!!). And this isn't just any beef -- it's Kobe or Wagyu or some other beef that is super expensive because they raise the animal in a suite at the Bellagio, feeding it caviar and gold whilst geishas continuously massage it. So I'm into this commitment BIG -- but I haven't told Glenn that I've done this. So all night long, I kept waking up just enough to think, "How the hell am I going to tell Glenn that, despite being unemployed, I've committed thousands of dollars to Claire?". Or, I would wake up and think, "How am I going to tell Claire that I have to back out of this deal? She's going to be furious! And its not her fault!". And each time I wake up I am also telling myself, "This isn't real. Go back to sleep. You don't owe Claire money. But...maybe I do? I remember doing it -- we signed papers and stuff! It IS real! Oh SHIT! No, dummy...No it isn't...why on earth would Claire be dealing high-end beef? It doesn't make sense! Go back to sleep, you wacko!" So there you go -- a glimpse into my subconscious. Fun, huh?

Has Anyone Seen My Right Arm?

MDH has been up north the past two days/nights with his dad, who had open-heart surgery this week. I stayed home to keep an eye on our dawg and keep the home-fires burning. But I will admit that I was secretly looking forward to being a bachelorette for a couple days. Whole bed to myself, watch whatever I want on TV, eat whatever I want. If there is one thing I ever miss about being single, its autonomy. Being able to do whatever I want, whenever I want, without having to run things by another person. But you know what? It's boring without my bestie. The house feels like something important is missing -- like someone sneaked in and stole the couch. And, after all my bitching about not being able to sleep well because someone else is in the bed with me, I sleep EVEN WORSE without my man -- the bed is too big and his side is too cold and, no matter what I do, I can't get the dog to sleep on the bed with me! That being said, I have enjoyed eating whatever the hell I want, whenever I want (coconut curry chicken at 7:30AM, y'all!). Even so, its time for my right arm to come on home -- I need some sleep!