First up! Bought a Sentra! It’s blue! The gas tank is on the right! I went 80 MPH on the highway before I realized I had even accelerated! Moreover, there are no tree-sized dents in the engine. Also, my car payments are less than before, although I will have to cease my “only two years left of car loan debt!” dance.
Thar she is:
Now all she needs is a name! Any ideas?
Now I can move on to more important things. Like this stupid re-occuring dream I keep having.
(Cue all three of the readers I have left moving on to some other thing in their life ’cause I’m about to talk about the dream I had last night…)
But seriously, this one is annoying me. I keep dreaming that this short, mousy woman who looks a lot like my high school physics teacher is a college English professor who is accosting me. Only it’s not my college, it’s some other college that I started after collge, but not grad school, a place I have not yet been. The woman comes up to me in some generic hallway, or courtyard, or set from the college years of “Buffy the Vampire Slayer,” and tells me that I’ve missed her class all semester long, and it’s too late to cancel so I’m going to fail. And there’s no amount of catching up that I can do to pass the class.
This is, to date, the only re-occuring dream that haunts me. I think it’s a variation on the “naked in class” or “forgot to study for the final” anxiety dreams that plauge many people. Those never bother me, since I spend almost every morning naked in front of my swim team (in the locker room! We don’t have THAT much fun…) and I never studied for the finals in college, so why would that bug me now?
Just kidding. Sort of.
I think the meaning of this current haunt is that I have a bunch of shit that I haven’t done. And I’m a little scared that time is running out to get that shit done, ’cause it’s too late in the day, too late in my career, to late in my life, just too late. I have to-do lists on top of to-do lists for all the stuff I want to do, but when I get home at the end of the day, I just can’t muster up the enthusiasm to get it done, and I’m getting anxious. Hence, some made-up almagamation of teachers is stalking me and telling me that I’m failing and I can’t fix it.
But I can write it out of my system! Hence, this post. And I can check “create blog entry” off my to-do list for another day…
