aubkabob

We were discussing how much freight we had at work and how it seemed hopeless to get it done by the end of the week.

Ted: suggestions?
Me: how about we slit our wrists and crawl into a corner to quietly bleed to death?
Liz: Oh my Gawd!
Ted: How dark! Though the darkness of it all was sort of ruined by the fact that you're sipping coffee from a Christmas mug with puppies on it.
Me: *elaborately* Life is PAIN! Anyone who tells you differently is selling something. *sticks pinky finger up and slurps loudly from her puppy cup*

Dreamed of a contest between my brother and I. We had to kill mice and then come back later and collect the bodies. Who collected the most, won. I felt a bit sad for killing mice, but there were so many! I sat on the hallway floor and dug through the closet, finding stuff from my ex coworker Jason, some Reese's Pieces that I really wanted to eat, but hesistated only because one of my dead mice were next to the bag. But the bag was closed, and the mouse couldn't have been dead THAT long... could it?

...Bjork is one crazy lady, but in a fun way. Like, you would love to hang out with her in the right conditions, but wouldn't want to invite her to a formal dinner with family and friends. She's really enjoying herself on Conan and quite happy, so good for her. I would have loved to see any exchange between her and Conan backstage. He so should have interviewed her.

Couldn't sleep at all today. Started with a dog right outside my window (neighbor's) that was barking deep, low rarfs at dogs in the park behind our apartments. The owner was right there and urging him to be quiet. After the dog shut up, The Great Flea Invasion of 2007 began in earnest on my bed. The HELL?!?!? I think I was really only bit once or twice, but after that, every slight movement I THOUGHT I felt... I'm certain a lot of it was psychosematic. Or howeveryouspellit. Too sleepy to look it up. I FINALLY fell to sleep well after the sun went down, which would be fantastic for a normal person, but as my alarm goes off for me to get up to go to work at 11:30 pm...

Thank GOD it's Friday.

Dreamed dreams of The Apocolypse. Death would come in three waves: First, only one in every five, or one in every ten, fifteen, or twenty would survive the first onslaught, which was a nuclear war and the fallout afterwards. Wave Two would be a plague, from which only one in every five people would survive. Wave Three would be the riots that would raise up afterwards with evil trying to take the ruling position in the new world. They would eventually be defeated by Good, but in the process, only one in every three people would survive. I remember being different people during different parts of the dream - a hispanic girl of sixteen when the bombs dropped, a young twenties blonde woman with a man she had fallen in love with dealing with the fallout, a later twenties woman who was a witch, trying to use her powers to hide from a gang raid. (it didn't work, and she was killed.)

Dreamed that I was walking along the bank of a river at night, singing the first two verses of Muse's "Starlight" with all my heart:

Far away
This ship is taking me far away
Far away from the memories
Of the people who care if I live or die

Starlight
I will be chasing the starlight
Until the end of my life
I don't know if it's worth it anymore

(Kind of got chills when I looked them up to post this, and have been thinking about it all day, I have.)

Also dreamed that there was a swarm of ants in my room, as well as a grey spider the size of my fist living under my bookshelf. I sat in the middle of my bedroom floor and looked around, all forlorn that everything was covered in a very thick layer of dust. How could I not pay attention to such things? I fed the ants and they swarmed around a white spider the size of my first finger joint, taking him out of my room as they left.

There was something, also, about playing a video game where I had to blow with all my might into a pipe to get to the next level. I was worried I was going to pop a blood vessel in my eyes, I was blowing oh so hard. Suddenly, I was IN the game, and two cute puppies prevented us from leaving. I was a sorceress!

I woke up less than an hour before I leave for work, arr.

I'm home now and have a headache. Picked up wine at Target. Yay for tomorrow off!

I walked up to Jason and Liz to hear this:

Jason: So that's why we're going to fire EVERYONE and hire all new people.
Me: I heard something to that effect. I hope IIIII'm not included in that.
Jason: Aubrey, the day I say the words "You're fired." to you will be the same day that I slit my wrists and kill myself because of it.
Me: Well, I hope then for both of our sakes that day never comes.

Ted and I were faced with the impossible task of only two of us being able to work two truck shipments out onto the floor (thirteen pallets of freight) in one shift. Neveryoumind that for the first three hours of this shift, the store is open, and we are unallowed to work freight.

I dunno how it happened, but we did it. Granted, we left an hour later, but STILL. I feel accomplished. All my joints and my spine are angry at me.

I HAVE BUSINESS CARDS! They're cheesy, but they were free. I thought about putting them in with my holiday cards this year, if I decide to actually send them out. I mean, really - the whole thing of stuffing a folded piece of paper into an envelope to send it across country (with just your name schlupped down inside) for someone to open it, wonder who "Aubrey" is (for those that don't automatically associate my real name with my user name), and slap it onto a stack of other cards they got from Jims and Bobs and Cassandras that they don't know, either. But the business card has a man hand playing an acoustic guitar that fades into a black background AND has a 2008 calendar on the back, so why not? I wish they had a more feminine hand for the background when I made it, or that I had written my job description as "Music and Photography" instead of "Musician". I wonder how many people will get them and think that it's MY hand? "Here. Have a card with my name, address, phone number, and meaty hand on it so that you may properly stalk me."

Dreamed about job corps last night, about all the magical things that made me almost cry in my dream because I missed it so. I remember looking out of the back of a lodge of some sort. In one direction, there were fabulous mountains under a purple sky, blue grass, beautiful scenery as far as the eye can see. To the left a bit, it was a mystical forest with a red sky and purpley red trees and a ground that was red with brown blotches. I saw fabulous beasts in there - three. They had all been made up by man and had adapted beyond that to the forest, you see.

Job corps was an EXTREMELY important period in my life, but it certainly wasn't MAGICAL.

Finally got Bacci to play with the laser pointer - THE FUNNIEST THING I HAD SEEN IN MY LIFE OMG. The batteries promptly died. It was a cheap thing that I got at the arcade we visited. I may try to replace the batteries, or just buy a better one. All the previous times that I tried to play with Botch with the thing, she wouldn't look at where the red dot was on the floor, just look at my hand as if saying, "The jig is up. I know you're making that. Don't stultify me, mmmkay?"