to delete later in favor of a happy blog

This is going to be a dark-ish one. Let me describe the events of the past almost 24 hours. Last night I went to be around 10 p.m. A wise decision, ayurvedically speaking. Before I go any further, let me tell you about the guy who has been using my neighbor's garage to fix up his car in while my neighbor is gone. Possibly he is working out some internal angst, because he worked on his car until the early hours of the morning with power tools. I didn't fall asleep until after 1 a.m.

I woke up to a plague of a dream that was creepy, creepy. My happy little alarm went off at 7:00 (I reset it last night at about 12:30), but I stayed in bed in a half-sleep stupor thinking vividly about the dream and possible meanings until about 8:05. I had to leave at 8:30. So, rush, rush, rush. Forgot my doctor's appointment in the afternoon, and remembered the dream again when I got home and was irritated with myself for forgetting my appointment, and fell into a little TV slump. Little as in 6 episodes of Heroes (all caught up now) and am working my way through Office, season 3, which does not seem to be as funny as season 2, which is the only other season that I have seen.

Did I mention that this is clearly the end of my "silence fast." I didn't reveal the extent of it. Yes, silence in the car (that I've been faithful with) was part of it. But it was also a fast from television. I don't know, I don't know. I feel like closing things up. I skipped Bible study with the girls, I ate junk food, I debated about shutting off my myspace account. I didn't do homework, I didn't do the laundry necessary for the weekend trip, and I didn't pack for the trip either. Yet, I know, most likely I will wake up just fine tomorrow. If he's out there again tonight, I'm yelling at him from the balcony.