Now I'm glad I didn't go home today

I didn't feel particularly well and it sleeted all day. Let's hope tomorrow is better. Sadly between my internet addiction and feeling like crap, I didn't get nearly as much done as I'd have liked. At least I got the mid terms graded and the 500 pounds of dishes washed and the carpet swept. I even found the couch under 100 pieces of junk mail and tests and other random bullshit like 30 chapters of edits.

Kanda is losing his shit (it is after midnight after all). He's running around and leaping up walls. Hey at least he's moving. I did feel bad. He saw me packing the suitcase and started making his distress cry. It's like dude, you love being at Grandma's. Get a grip.

I had to go back to Jackson for pills and I decided rather than make even more dishes to go to Arch and Eddie's. It was packed to the gills. I sat at the bar and that was a good thing. I got to see that their tasting board (which is the price of one full beer) would actually add up to one full beer (as opposed to the dinky glasses you get at some places). that would let me taste 4 drafts at once. Neat. Because my choice today Nugget Necter from Troeg's of Hershey PA wasn't good. I should start writing a beer journal. Seriously.

Mother says only Kanda can come home. Besides me zinging her, I put up a meme picture the other day as it was Middle child day and it said 'happy middle child day. But it'll probably be ignored.' I put it to the attention of my cousin and her son (both middle children) totally forgetting Mom. I'm a middle child too! You FORGOT me.

Guess I'll go to the priory in Pittsburgh :-)

Speaking of hotels, UK friends, what exactly does 'self catering' mean? I'm looking at places in Scotland and some of them range from luxury spa suites to 'self catering.' I mean it's sort of obvious but maybe not. Is it just food on my own? I'm fixing up my own bed? Because I would totally want to stay in a castle (and can only afford the 'self catering ones' and in a broche.

Made it to PA

The drive was easy. Kanda was ridiculous. I decided to make it easier on myself and shut the doors to both bedrooms so I didn't have a repeat of having to move the freaking futon to get him. He knew something was up and spent the next hour and a half cowering in his litter box. At least he was easy to find and box up in the killer death cube of doom.

I got lucky. My brain actually worked on my weird west story so bear with me while I put the details here in lieu of a Writerly Way so I don't forget them. If anything catches your eye let me know.

( weird weird west )

I had the weirdest dream (I've been having tons of them barely remembered but my sleep has been worth shit all week.) I was teaching a class when suddenly the heater (the old timey radiator type) catches fire. I run out of the room because none of the students would run to get a fire extinguisher for me. I run to the secretary's office but no one is there. Neither's an extinguisher. I go back and the fire is out. I wasn't sure then if I changed rooms or not.

I think maybe (even though I was still worried about it). But now instead of being at desks, I'm teaching my nurses in the hospital. The room is huge and we're all lying on hospital beds watching two big cathode ray TVS and instead of my lectures it's showing TV shows from the 70s. I was thrilled especially since one was M.A.S.H. and kept saying 'wow, I could lay in bed all day and watch this stuff,' even though I didn't want to be blurting that out. FInally I let the class go because there was 12 minutes left and nothing was working.

Just as I was examining the radiator to be sure it was okay, L comes into the room and she looks horrible, rail thin, hair lank, stumbling and I ask what was wrong. She tells me "Al died. He's been sick for so long and he died." From the way she said it, I knew I was supposed to know who this was but I didn't. Then she tried to hug me and I knew I SHOULD hug her but I didn't want to (I never want to) and she kept flailing blindly trying to get me. Finally she did and I don't remember how I got out of there but the last bit of the dream was me going home. I lived on 2106 Dead Soul road. Think on that one for a moment. I woke up then.