It’s Monday morning and I feel like hell. Friday I broke my computer chair. A typical event. I go through computer chairs right and left, at least 4 in the last 7 years or so. They just don’t last since I sit in them 12 hours a day. I didn’t think twice of going out in the pouring rain because I had to get things done NOW and get the whole process of finding one and putting one together out of the way before my evening shift. Of course, there’s no surprise that I’m showing signs of a cold a couple of days later. Life is wonderful.
I’m working my regular morning shifts lately but my afternoon shift is now 8-midnight. Every night for the next 3 weeks until the NBA playoffs are over. I wouldn’t mind it as much, however, my brain gets to be a total mush after 11 or so when I’m forced to think or work. I’m used to being ready for bed at that time of night, not getting 10 ims from volunteers on top of trying to update screens on top of watching a busy chat room and trying to figure out where my hosts are and hope I’m not doing anything wrong so I won’t end up getting yelled at in the morning … my brain just goes. Totally gone.
I have this morning off. I don’t have to be to work until 8 PM or so. I plan on writing a lot today provided I can get the captures I want. I am still doing daily strips, though today’s is going to be kind of late since I don’t have the captures I need as of yet. We’re almost to 300, I really don’t want to poop out just yet.
Had a dream last night that Evil James was the president of the United States. He invited me to the white house and it turned out that the vast majority of the white house was blue screens and sets. He had a chief of staff who was even more evil than he was and he let me stay in the Lincoln bedroom. I got up in the middle of the night and started wandering around the place. In the cabinets and drawers I was finding weird documents that were obviously salvaged from old trunks or collections. One contained Benjamin Franklin’s doodles of other members during the Colonial Congress. I wanted to keep that one, but figured of anything, since it was the funniest, it would probably be the first to be found missing.
The dream ended as I ran into Evil James and we decided to sneak out and have a pizza. Then he got arrested when we tried to sneak back in for pretending to be the president. He was rather pissed and ended up screaming “I’ll get you for this, Knine, I’ll get yoooooooooooooooooou!”
It wasn’t as weird as the dream I had yesterday where I was wrestler “Stone Cold” Steve Austin crossed with Harry Potter. I had a wand, a six pack of beer, those funky classes and a bald head. When I realized who I was (the first time someone confronted me and I waved the goofy wand at them), I had to stop and kick my own ass.
My dreams scare me.
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