{"id":524,"date":"2004-09-27T23:00:00","date_gmt":"2004-09-28T06:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.chocolatemussolini.com\/cm\/default.asp?n=283"},"modified":"2004-09-27T23:00:00","modified_gmt":"2004-09-28T06:00:00","slug":"no-dreams","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/queenofsubtle.com\/cm\/?p=524","title":{"rendered":"no dreams"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Alrighty then!<\/p>\n<p \/>Tonight all is quiet around casa de queso, and I am going to go to bed early and sleep hard. I&#8217;ve been having trouble with that lately, despite the fact that I collapse and pass out within 5 minutes of burying myself under a pile of pillows and\/or cats. I&#8217;ve been having dreams. I know that&#8217;s not weird, but I don&#8217;t usually remember my dreams. Also, I tend towards working-out-anxieties-type dreams, so when I remember them, I wake up tense and crabby. Moreso than usual, even.<\/p>\n<p \/>In the past few days, I&#8217;ve been dreaming about banal stuff that plagues me, like the house being messy and the dog tearing stuff up and bad smells. Seriously, that&#8217;s pretty common. I also had a dream that Person X grabbed me in a surreal middle-eastern public bathhouse and literally humped my leg in an extremely unsexy and disappointing manner, and also that Person Y&#8217;s girlfriend called me to tell me she was pregnant and they were getting married, and that I would never hear from him again. But in my favorite dream of all, Ozzy was a morning show dj, and I was his co-host. And while I <i>do<\/i> have exactly the shitty attitude required for morning radio, I do not have the voice or patience for idiocy.<\/p>\n<p \/>I realized tonight that maybe I should start packing for this trip Friday, too, because the rest of the week is a little booked. Tomorrow night is auto maintenance class, which not only takes up the whole evening, but is held somewhere on the other side of the universe near where I work, too close to Wisconsin for comfort. I&#8217;m absolutely looking forward to it, though, and so is Chico, since his last repair two days ago involved a twist-tie. Thursday I&#8217;m not working, but will be around at many many appointments and such, and I&#8217;ll be lucky to have time to do laundry. I know most people can just toss stuff in a bag and be off on a trip, but not me. Give me half a chance and I&#8217;ll leave my left leg behind in my rush to get out the door.<\/p>\n<p \/> My huge accomplishment of the past day has been getting all my financial affairs in order. I opened new investment accounts, set up my budget and the rest of my life in Quicken, called my bank and insurance company and financial advisors, and hunted down the long-cold trail to my previous employer, which looked to have vanished from the face of the earth, but then turned up again in Atlanta. I was not thrilled to find that the same asshole who I had to battle for my payment of my invoices every month has migrated there and was unhappy to assist me with my paperwork. But I got it and all is well, and someday I can even retire. Since I can&#8217;t picture myself not working in some respect, count on me to be the deaf, crotchety greeter at your local Wal-Mart when I&#8217;m 90.<\/p>\n<p \/>Oh yeah, I was going to bed early. Good night.<br \/>Jenni<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Alrighty then! Tonight all is quiet around casa de queso, and I am going to go to bed early and sleep hard. I&#8217;ve been having trouble with that lately, despite the fact that I collapse and pass out within 5 minutes of burying myself under a pile of pillows and\/or cats. I&#8217;ve been having dreams. &#8230;<a class=\"post-readmore\" href=\"http:\/\/queenofsubtle.com\/cm\/?p=524\">read more<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_is_tweetstorm":false,"jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","enabled":false}}},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-524","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/po9qt-8s","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/queenofsubtle.com\/cm\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/524","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/queenofsubtle.com\/cm\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/queenofsubtle.com\/cm\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/queenofsubtle.com\/cm\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/queenofsubtle.com\/cm\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=524"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/queenofsubtle.com\/cm\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/524\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/queenofsubtle.com\/cm\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=524"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/queenofsubtle.com\/cm\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=524"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/queenofsubtle.com\/cm\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=524"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}