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High: One day closer to Friday of this, the longest week of my life.
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Finding some *good* books to read - I have yet to get "lost" in any of my recent choices. I just can't seem to find something that grabs me.
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Shelley's bears - and I'll forgive you, Shelley, for being a liar if you make me one!
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I feel like dancin' (woo!)
Dancin' (woo!)
Dance the night away...
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Jen updated in bulk today, and I picked up at the last entry I read. Happy was I for about twenty minutes, until I reached the end of her last entry, hovered my pointer over "next", and realized that there were no more entries to come today. I experienced disappointment akin to the feeling I get when I've buried myself for three days, eight hours a day, in an 800+ page book that was so good I couldn't put it down; so good, in fact, that I called in "sick" one day just so I could finish it, and now I've reached the end and have to come back to reality and everything in real life is hazy and surreal because the world of which I was reading was so much more interesting, colorful, and solid.
And then I start up an entry, and find I'm writing like her. Go. Read Jen. I know I've told you to before.
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So last night I was lying awake in bed, after huffing enough and tossing and turning enough that Calvin finally shut down the computer and came to bed. Not that I cared, oh no! Because I was aggravated at him and planning to make him feel the sting of my aggravation by the not caring-ness of my being.
But he, he had the nerve to roll his eyes at me and fall asleep first, thereby missing the full, final blow of my not caring-ness by witnessing me turn my back and fall peacefully to sleep.
So I layed (lied? lay?) in bed and listening to the dogs settle outside, and the girls (Marie's friend is staying with us this week while her mom is out of town) bang around upstairs, and Calvin's (darn him, anyway) quiet breathing. I confess to pouting, and also fuming, and thinking up a round of cutting-yet-witty remarks that I should have said, that would have brought him immediately around to my point of view.
But this entry is not about my aggravation, or the source thereof. As dirty laundry goes, this doesn't even qualify as a pair of gym socks. Let's just say that I fully accuse him of being a boy, and he has countered by pointing out my annoying habit of being a girl. You'll bless me for leaving it at that.
Eventually, in the midst of my fumigation, I finally fell asleep. Here's the weird part. I dreamed that I took a bath with Sean Penn. Specifically, I dreamed that my sister married Sean Penn (puzzle me that one, if you will), and we were all meeting at my Grandmother's house for some family thing. Sean and my sister pull up in their car, and I enlist Sean to help me (help me?) carry in my Grandmother's mail from her mailbox. Interestingly enough, my dream-sister was just as weirded out by being married to Sean Penn, as my real-life sister would have been in, well, real life. Everybody else took it in stride, but she was rather verklempt. Somehow the interior of my Grandmother's house turned into the interior of my aunt's house, and in typical dream-state fashion, I didn't question this a bit. And everyone was wearing red blazers, another non-questioned happenstance.
A flash, and all of a sudden I'm taking a bath with Sean Penn, up to my neck in bubbles and knowing that Calvin could come in any minute, and worrying about what he would think. For some reason I'm thinking the whole thing is completely innocent, but I'm worried that Calvin might read it the wrong way (boggle). I splash water at Sean, he splashes it at me, and all of a sudden I am (or my consciousness is) up above the scene, observing myself and Sean freaking Penn, both of us in formal wear and reclining in Mr. Bubbles. And another flash, and we're all in the living room watching TV. Sean (heh, notice how I keep casually dropping his name like that, as if we're on a first-name basis) and Calvin have had a conversation about the whole bath thing, and everything is peachy. Calvin sits next to me on the couch and pats my knee, and calls me a silly girl for thinking it would be a bad idea to take a bubble bath with Sean freaking Penn.
Fully dressed, no less.
Really, I can't explain this one for the life of me. Calvin will probably read some weird thing into it, when he reads this entry. He'll analyze and scrutinize, and come up with some off-the-wall idea about suppressed this and subliminal that and subconscious the other thing.
Me? I've always thought that Calvin looks an awful lot like Sean Penn...
You see it too, don't you? There may be a somewhat logical explanation to this. I think. I was watching "Grounded for Life" last night, and in it the wife had a weird dream involving fooling around with her brother-in-law. Couple that with a snippet of "The Thin Red Line" (which starred, wait for it... Sean Penn...) that I saw briefly while channel surfing, and add to that the fact that I'm excited about my sister coming out to visit, and I *think* that's where the strange list of ingredients for that dream came from.
Still trying to figure out the whole bubble bath thing, though...