we dream to see

My friendslist this morning has many sad entries.

I had restless, odd dreams. The only redeeming factor could be a story. But other than that I'm alright.

It's grey outside, and Monday is just not a good time to run errands.

So far, I am doing very well on my commitment to write something down every day. I have also been reading through some of the early years of this journal. Sometimes, it is rather painful. It's very vivid, even the moments I had not thought of in a long time.

interactive

It doesn't even feel as if I had a weekend now. I'm back in the same pool of doom. It's frustrating to no end not to have enough work to fill my hours with, not to mention the quiet climate of fear that is slowly growing thanks to not so smart comments by management. It reminds me of my PcO days, and I hate it.

So I do my work slowly, excruciatingly slow and think about grad school instead. Download the multitude of forms needed for name changes and try to figure out exactly how many forms of ID I need to show. I truly don't want to go to the Social Security office, but neither do I want to mail them my passport, birth certificate and drivers license. Oddly enough, the passport is the easiest thing to fix and doesn't cost me anything. This is such a pain. I want to do it though.

My livejournal shirt came in the mail today. It is cool. I am also working on a humorous short story about my D&D character Meier.

In the interest of taking advantage of this oh-so-interactive medium, and to help alleviate my incredible boredom, I call upon those people reading right now. Comment, and ask me a question, request I write about something in paticular, etc. Like the interview meme but with less regulation. What do you really want to hear from me today? I'm usually very selfish with my journal and what I write about, so this is your opportunity. Request away.