More Me For You

Today's odd, and I'm having stream of consciousness thoughts. Sorry, fools, but that means you're going to have to deal with this in stream of consciousness form.

Last night I had a hurricane dream. I was in some city (I'm guessing NOLA), a giant hurricane was coming, and the people around me didn't want to leave the city. In the dream, I thought, "too bad this isn't just a dream. That'd be sweet." Normally when this happens, it's a sure-fire way to know that it is, in fact, just a dream. But when I woke up, I wasn't sure. And Boy was no great help at 3 in the morning, either. I woke him up to ask "is there a hurricane coming?" His sleepy response: "I don't think..." Please believe: when I fo-reals woke up this morning, the first thing I did was turn on the Weather Channel. I think NY is hurricane-free for the time being.

I'm going to write more here. Like, everyday-ish. I saw an old friend yesterday who advised me that the best way to get more traffic is to post a lot more.

I need to fix the job situation. I NEED to.

I'm getting my motherfucking permit this week. Again: NEED.

I saw another old friend yesterday, and we waxed nostalgic about (gasp!) high school. Specifically: the weird/rude nicknames everyone had for certain people behind their backs. I hate to say it, but this is a practice I've continued throughout my life (Bologna on the Floor, RoastBeef Mary, etc).

I am working on two projects right now. If I was a praying kind of gal, I'd pray that I keep the motivation for these two things going. If you're a praying kind of gal/not-gal, do it for me.

Cheers.