A Dream

I slept like shit last night. Woke up at least twice, and took forever to fall asleep. I did sleep, however little it may have been, and I remember the dream I had. Although if I forgot any part of it I wouldn’t really know it...

Anyway, I was at work. That door marked “Private” next to the entrance to theater 4 was still there, even though I know its gone now. I caught a Mexican girl, she seemed like a freshman or something in highschool, opening up the door to go in there and I was like “hey you can’t go back there.” So she gave me a nasty look and went back into theater 4. I could tell she wasn’t going to give up though, so I hid somehow and when she came back out to try again I managed to have my foot in the way so when she tried to open the door it stopped. She seemed confused and shocked when she saw me towering over her with crossed arms.

I feel like I made a comment along the lines of “What do you think you are going to find in there? Pirates?” Terry saw what was going down and the girl tried to ‘explain’ how rude I was being. Although considering her bitchy attitude and the way Terry looked at my foot in the door she still had her hand on the handle of, he didn’t buy it and sided with me completely. Now that I think about it, Terry might have made that pirates comment to the girl.

So we kicked the girl out and she seemed pissed. A few moments later I saw her outside the theater near my car with some guy who looked the same age. He was looking around in that “I’m going to do something illegal and I know it,” way. I got out there just in time to yell and startle the fuck out of the guy as I came charging to keep him from slashing my tires. I think he stabbed at me, but whatever happened I got a hold of his arm and twisted it behind his back to incapacitate him. The girl ran off or something, I was leading him back in to call the police and keep him there till they came.

I woke up however. Probably 20 or so minutes before my alarm would have gone off. I didn’t fall back asleep.

Nerd

I made an analogy about my brain this weekend. I said I was feeling distracted, or unable to devote enough attention to things I needed to be thinking about because of thoughts I couldn’t quell. I said it was like I was trying to run call of duty or some other video game with itunes open. I can’t decide if this makes a complete nerd or if it just makes me a child of the digital age.

Unfortunately I am posting this blog super late because my brain seems to have a virus eating up all my processing and ram. I think that virus is the knowledge of the homework I missed and knowing I need to get it done.

I just need to find the time for it. I mean hell, I’m a big enough nerd it shouldn’t be to hard to do, right?

Comfort

I don’t really get why some people become so restless about where they live. I have never felt that “trapped” feeling so many people have said about their parent’s home, or city they grew up in. If anything I feel rooted here.

Its not my job being familiar with people I mostly consider friends, or the comforts of the house my parents so lovingly allow me to exist in. It’s the whole town.

I goto the grocery market for lunch and the cashiers talk to me and give me employee discounts even though I don’t, and never have, worked there. I goto the Chinese buffet for a little snack and they give me it for free.

Part of me knows that I could develop such connections anywhere, but why should I? I already have them here. I don’t feel trapped in the familiar, I feel comfortable.

Busy

Now, I don’t expect the world to stop while I’m sick or anything. However, is it just me to whom it seem crazy that after being sick for a week everyone expects you to do twice as much the next week?

You don’t recover in night damn it.