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Friday morning, I had an unsettlingly realistic dream (the more realistic, the more uncomfortable a dream makes me) that was also a bit horrifying on a personal level. I was getting home from work and meeting a few friends to start gaming soon, but while I was drinking some water after getting in, I noticed the water left in the cup was reddish. I rinsed it and filled it again with clear water, and drank some more, and more of it was red when I was done. The third cup I poured into my mouth, then spat it out into the sink, and all of it was entirely blood red. I didn't even have the strength left to say "call 911" before everything went black.
Friday day consisted of helping an insult-class friend move. Friday night's dream involved driving (all my best anxiety-themed dreams involve driving) and snow piling up everywhere, including inside the car. Also my shoes kept falling off.
Moving completion took until Saturday, around 2pm. Then there was gaming. (This sessions adventure will be related in a separate post.) After gaming, our hosts handed us all some excess food they have, as the father of the lady of the house (a term which, in this particular case, I use without sarcasm) works at a grocery store and gives them lots of excess food that will likely soon go bad. Several boxes of pre-cooked bacon, no heating or refrigeration required! (Fred Cruller, eat your heart out.)
Sunday consisted of me, stuck at my sister's superbowl party with no way to escape other than walking thirty or so miles on foot, and no place to go even if I had a more efficient way to get anywhere. Just me, my sister (whose back problems from last week should really have her in the hospital,) her three children (Mr. Blank Stare, "I-think-I'm-so-sneaky", and Little Miss Princess Butt,) my parents (the willing subjects of the previous Three), and four or five of my sister's friends (none of whom I know by name or face...nor have I any desire to memorize them after meeting them.)
I spent Sunday in a closed-off room with a laptop alternating between playing Spelunky and Iji. Because they were less painful and irritating than my relatives.
Friday day consisted of helping an insult-class friend move. Friday night's dream involved driving (all my best anxiety-themed dreams involve driving) and snow piling up everywhere, including inside the car. Also my shoes kept falling off.
Moving completion took until Saturday, around 2pm. Then there was gaming. (This sessions adventure will be related in a separate post.) After gaming, our hosts handed us all some excess food they have, as the father of the lady of the house (a term which, in this particular case, I use without sarcasm) works at a grocery store and gives them lots of excess food that will likely soon go bad. Several boxes of pre-cooked bacon, no heating or refrigeration required! (Fred Cruller, eat your heart out.)
Sunday consisted of me, stuck at my sister's superbowl party with no way to escape other than walking thirty or so miles on foot, and no place to go even if I had a more efficient way to get anywhere. Just me, my sister (whose back problems from last week should really have her in the hospital,) her three children (Mr. Blank Stare, "I-think-I'm-so-sneaky", and Little Miss Princess Butt,) my parents (the willing subjects of the previous Three), and four or five of my sister's friends (none of whom I know by name or face...nor have I any desire to memorize them after meeting them.)
I spent Sunday in a closed-off room with a laptop alternating between playing Spelunky and Iji. Because they were less painful and irritating than my relatives.