Personal Holiday

This morning is a day off from work. Partially because of an interview I have later today with the police department, partially because my manager suggested that I take a personal day. I think she's a little worried that I might go postal.

Sleeping in is never much of an option for me anymore it seems. Such a pain. But I had nervous dreams all night, so being awake is probably a good thing. Dreams included working as a receptionist in the World Trade Center on September 11, knowing perfectly well what was about to happen; and packing for a trip to Washington DC for a literature and journalism seminar with my friend Marty the cute gay lawyer, then realizing that my plane ticket was for the 10th and it was already the 11th and I'd actually forgotten it. That second dream also included being invisible while shoplifting from Longs Drugs, and worrying about my dad in the hospital.

So, I woke to the sound of my cell phone. I couldn't figure out which alarm clock it was for a while, so by the time I realized it was the cell phone, and got to the kitchen counter where it was charging, my stepmom had already left a message. Good news though. Dad called her last night to remind her to put the leaves out for pick up (a complicated thing to remember since that pickup is an every other week thing.) He was off by a day (they had been picked up yesterday already) but that he remembered it at all was good. She said they talked for a while, and he was coherent and aware of what they were talking about. This is good. The last few days, he's not really been terribly there at all... difficulty finding words, not recognizing people, drifting in and out of a daze.

So, that's one good thing for today. They still haven't decided if they're going to do surgery or not though.

Now I just have to get my bills paid, and survive the interview.

Oh yeah,

And I'll probably be online most of the morning. If anyone actually wants/needs to get ahold of me, use AIM, Yahoo IM or my cell phone.

Six Degrees of LJ Separation

Y' know, there's a problem with this game. There are so many connections between my current circle of friends, and my circle of friends from 10-14 years ago, and LJ is such an intertwined community that I go six steps from my friends list, and I find people like Gary Catalano and Kirsten and Doug Berry. A) I already know these people! I just haven't talked to most of them since 1992. B) Instead of going six degrees away, I've gone in a circle and I'm really only 2 or 3 degrees of separation by the time I finish.

So, random selection doesn't work at all. In order to connect with an actual stranger, it takes a heck of a lot of concentration on who was already in a friends list 2 degrees ago.

Okay, so I'm bored and not paying my bills. Must go do that.

News

Linda just called with news on my Dad. They're going to do the surgery today, not sure what time, and try to clamp off the artery in his head that's causing so much trouble.

Anyone with any spare positive thought energy lying around who wants to send it his way, feel free.

(no subject)

It's really hard to type with a kitten resting on the keyboard and trying to bite your hands.

Queen of the Damned

Hmm... a cast of mostly little knowns. A few of note to some of my friends:

Claudia Black as Pandora (as if I really needed more reason to see the movie)
Paul McGann as David Talbot

Interviews suck

Worse than dating

Goodnight World

I am now locking myself away from all human contact with only a Pizza and a remote control to keep me company.

If anyone really wants to talk to me, leave a message. I might even pick up the phone.

Yea!

Surgery over. No complications. Now all he's got to do is wake up and tell the doctors what his name is and where he is and all that.

Let's just hope they don't ask him who the Vice President of the US is. That's a tricky one for some of us.