I’m all bejiggedy.

I’m all bejiggedy.
Oh, this fucking dream, man. I had this dream last night. We’re living in California. We have a cute little house. But there’s a problem with the house. The old dead lady in our living room is causing problems. Her brain tumor is growing into our sofa and making a mess.

We live in a housing complex that’s part mausoleum and part new development. Our dead resident is misbehaving, though. I’m concerned, because I’m thinking she should be in a box, or something, not just laying there with her tumory, twiggy head on the sofa. I’m walking past other houses, I peek in the windows, and I see that their dead residents are contained neatly in metal filing-cabinet coffins, half-in and half-out of the house, installed into the wall. The part that’s in the house is serving as a seat for a guy I see through the window. He’s sitting astride the coffin, typing on his computer. I think, “See, that guy’s got it worked out OK.”

We call the housing manager, and he fixes the dead lady.

There was more, but I can’t remember it.

Other scariness: So I put through the order [So I says to Mabel]. Seriously, anyway. So I put through the order for the new Mac, printer, scanner, software. Big fat charge on the little bitty card. But I did it, took the plunge, et cetera. Looking forward to playing with it. Hope nothing goes wrong.

Todd, dude, I want a mad lib.

All right. I don’t want to go to work. I don’t want to get dressed. I don’t want to make my lunch, take a shower, leave the apartment. But, I guess I’m going to have to do that. It’s easier to collect the paycheck when you actually show up for work.

Here’s to hoping they fixed the bug in the database and killed the virus in the printing shop. Otherwise …. it’s going to be a very looong week.

May 19, 2003 | Filed Under auto-categorized