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Well.. here I am, staring my weekend of freedom in the eyeballs.

I should be looking forward to some time to myself, some time to stretch and let it all hang out, but... yeah. I'm not. There are a lot of things I need/want to do over the weekend, and.... really not looking forward to doing them either. :p

I want to make the apartment sparkle, so that when Bren gets back, it's to a clean house. Noble ambition. I think though, I'm going to buy some scrubbing bubbles for the bathroom... the tub area is a constant headache to keep clean... something I can spray on and walk away would be ideal, since I'm getting really tired of scrubbing on a semi-daily basis. Who has time for stuff like that? I don't.. there are foxes to cuddle.

But anyway.. it's just after 5am, and we're up.. Bren's in the shower getting ready to go to O'hare, and.... I'm awake. I've been awake since about 4:45... and I think before that, but I was dozing, so not sure. I didn't dream last night, but I did the night before... and I remember it, which is odd.

We were moving in with chebutykin and other people I didn't know.. I think there were 4 others in this... gargantuan house. (Old creepy mansion type) And the rooms that were going to be ours were... filthy and dusty, but had this really gorgeous heavy antique furniture. I remember walking into one of the rooms... it was semi-circuluar and had windows all around the walls. There was a large table in the center of the room, and two litter boxes on it... Cheb was trying to explain that this was the litter box room. 0.0

My subconscious is a fearful place sometimes. I have *NO* idea why I'd dream about Cheb, normally or in such a bizarre fashion.

I'll try to remember to scan art tonight if I'm not too tired. I really do detest working multiple 10 hour days back to back, but.. hey, it's overtime. I definately know I'm not cut out to be in the same field as aureth.... 60 hour work week? No thank you!

Time to study the route of how to get home from the airport... I've never been there. This should be.. interesting.


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Aug. 9th, 2002 06:26 am (UTC)
I have *NO* idea why I'd dream about Cheb, normally or in such a bizarre fashion.

That's really... odd. But I'm flattered that you dreamt of me living in a big ol' haunted mansion! If I had a big ol' haunted mansion, I would invite all my friends to live with me. *grin*

I don't think I'd have a litter box room, though.
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