cornerofmadness

Tomorrow I have to go to the faculty in-service. I am not ready for this. Today showed me that I'm not up for lots of standing/walking. I have no idea how I'll make this. I tried to get out of it but they staggered the important stuff thru the day so there's really no way. (I am getting out of friday morning)

I did get all the crap (except one bag filled with all the fun stuff you all got me to keep me occupied in the hospital) put up. I need to figure out where to put all the coloring books and pencils

I measured the utility closet so I can try to get the stackable washer/dryer. Another reason to have a top loader...you can't open the freaking doors of a front loader

I only learned about this today but Lou Diamond Phillips was on Friends and Fiction talking about his book Tinder Box: Soldier of Indira. I didn't have time to tell anyone but I did get to listen to him. Also it's up for an award at Dragon con and all this time I thought you had to attend Dragon con to vote but that's not true so I signed up to vote. I'm not sure I'll vote for his book since I don't know the competition but I am interested in voting.

I was super excited to read The Angel of Crows a sort of fantasy AU of Sherlock and Watson but I didn't know that last part. The whole opening is about the Watson character and his leg injury. Geez...

And last night we realized it was 100 days of campaigning to save PRodigal Son so we've been having an all day 'celebration.' But I think in the end it's mostly just depressing us because at this point we know there's no damn change. I don't understand it but that's the reality. I'm pretty sad about it.

I keep forgetting to post about this. I had a bizarre dream I heard someone screaming absolutely soul rending screams to kill him, please just kill him, let him die. He was on the back patio of my parents' home. Two people were with him holding him up. I was in the living room preparing the leather couch for this guy. I knew he was somehow mine (relative? friend?)

This guy had been decapitated and was carrying his head but magically was still alive screaming to be allowed to die. I didn't recognize the face, kinda looked a little Leonardo di Vinci. I don't remember the rest of the dream. My brain sucks it.