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Dec. 6th, 2005 09:38 pmFucking internet! I'd just typed up a whole entry, and was about to post it when the web page just disappeared! No error message, no nothing, it just went away. Creepy.
So now I'll type an abridged version of what I had:
Work was lame, got some OT though, not a bad day, just no good stories. After work, went out with Gina, went to Grand to show her the couch, and when we pulled in the parking lot, she turned to me and said, excitedly, "Let's go sit on the couches and fart and see how they do!" I'm not exactly sure what results we were looking for, but it seemed like a good idea to me, so that's what we did. Apparently, Gina had been saving up for this little experiment. Hehe. That's what you get for having a bunch of pushy commission whoring employees! Man, we're a great duo. Mind you, Gina is old enough to be my mother, but she's just a great pal. She was concerned that the salespeople at Grand thought we were a couple. Eh. I could do worse.
Then I went on to talk about this dream I had the other night. I think I've already mentioned the phenomenon where if I have to pee in my sleep, I won't wake up to pee, and I won't pee in my bed, either, I'll just dream about having to pee and not being able to. These dreams take many forms, but usually it's something like there are toilets everywhere, but if I want to pee, I'm going to have to pee in front of other people, because the toilets are all out in the open or some shit. Or I find bathrooms, but all the stalls are really gross and I wouldn't dream of using them...that kind of thing. Well, this particular dream the other night was the first one where I actually was able to relieve myself in the dream (not it real life, though, the sheets are still dry). In the dream, I was at work, but the maintenance people were working on the bathrooms, so I couldn't use them. One of the toilets was set up with just the toilet seat with a garbage bag hanging from it. I wasn't going to use that, though, because the maintenance men were in there anyway. So what did I do? I went out in the office area where two of my coworkers and my boss were just sitting around talking, I told them what I had to do, they told me to go ahead, so I took off one of my shoes (the dream shoes were the pair that I borrowed from my mom last weekend), squatted over it, and peed in the shoe. But the shoe wasn't big enough for me to do all the peeing I needed to, and I don't know why, but I didn't use the other shoe. I filled it up as much as I could, but then I spilled it all over my hands and the carpet when I tried to carry it to the sink to empty it out. And this is when I started thinking, "What did I just do?! I just peed in front of my coworkers in the middle of a non-bathroom!" The fact that it was in my own shoe or that pee was everywhere didn't really register as a problem in this dream, but I did start worrying that I was going to get fired for the non-bathroom peeing thing. Luckily, I woke up before I had much time to dwell on it, because a) I'm really self-conscious about peeing, other people knowing that I'm peeing, or that I pee at all and b) I really don't like the idea of getting fired. So I went to the bathroom when I woke up and came back to bed for a bathroom catastrophe-free rest of the night. Lovely story, I know.
So that's the gist of the mysteriously-vanishing journal entry. I want to apologize now to Kerry, who reads my lj on his pda, where lj cuts don't work, and therefore was led without warning into the very long discussion of bodily fluids. And this wasn't the first time that's happened, either. So thanks for being a true friend, Kerry, and sticking with me even though you've read way too much.
Peace.
So now I'll type an abridged version of what I had:
Work was lame, got some OT though, not a bad day, just no good stories. After work, went out with Gina, went to Grand to show her the couch, and when we pulled in the parking lot, she turned to me and said, excitedly, "Let's go sit on the couches and fart and see how they do!" I'm not exactly sure what results we were looking for, but it seemed like a good idea to me, so that's what we did. Apparently, Gina had been saving up for this little experiment. Hehe. That's what you get for having a bunch of pushy commission whoring employees! Man, we're a great duo. Mind you, Gina is old enough to be my mother, but she's just a great pal. She was concerned that the salespeople at Grand thought we were a couple. Eh. I could do worse.
Then I went on to talk about this dream I had the other night. I think I've already mentioned the phenomenon where if I have to pee in my sleep, I won't wake up to pee, and I won't pee in my bed, either, I'll just dream about having to pee and not being able to. These dreams take many forms, but usually it's something like there are toilets everywhere, but if I want to pee, I'm going to have to pee in front of other people, because the toilets are all out in the open or some shit. Or I find bathrooms, but all the stalls are really gross and I wouldn't dream of using them...that kind of thing. Well, this particular dream the other night was the first one where I actually was able to relieve myself in the dream (not it real life, though, the sheets are still dry). In the dream, I was at work, but the maintenance people were working on the bathrooms, so I couldn't use them. One of the toilets was set up with just the toilet seat with a garbage bag hanging from it. I wasn't going to use that, though, because the maintenance men were in there anyway. So what did I do? I went out in the office area where two of my coworkers and my boss were just sitting around talking, I told them what I had to do, they told me to go ahead, so I took off one of my shoes (the dream shoes were the pair that I borrowed from my mom last weekend), squatted over it, and peed in the shoe. But the shoe wasn't big enough for me to do all the peeing I needed to, and I don't know why, but I didn't use the other shoe. I filled it up as much as I could, but then I spilled it all over my hands and the carpet when I tried to carry it to the sink to empty it out. And this is when I started thinking, "What did I just do?! I just peed in front of my coworkers in the middle of a non-bathroom!" The fact that it was in my own shoe or that pee was everywhere didn't really register as a problem in this dream, but I did start worrying that I was going to get fired for the non-bathroom peeing thing. Luckily, I woke up before I had much time to dwell on it, because a) I'm really self-conscious about peeing, other people knowing that I'm peeing, or that I pee at all and b) I really don't like the idea of getting fired. So I went to the bathroom when I woke up and came back to bed for a bathroom catastrophe-free rest of the night. Lovely story, I know.
So that's the gist of the mysteriously-vanishing journal entry. I want to apologize now to Kerry, who reads my lj on his pda, where lj cuts don't work, and therefore was led without warning into the very long discussion of bodily fluids. And this wasn't the first time that's happened, either. So thanks for being a true friend, Kerry, and sticking with me even though you've read way too much.
Peace.
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Date: 2005-12-07 06:23 pm (UTC)You're lucky, man...the one time I dreamed about having to pee really bad, I did get to pee in the dream...and woke up to discover I had wet the bed. And I was 16, too. Talk about embarrassing.
Last night I dreamed a tyrannosaurus rex was chasing me through my house, which was also the bookstore simultaneously, and I was supposed to be alphabetizing the books so I was desperately grabbing and relocating books off the shelves as the T-Rex (don't ask me how it got small enough to do this) chased after me.
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Date: 2005-12-07 08:26 pm (UTC)Hope you and Jeremy are doing well. I need to come visit sometime....it's been a long time since I saw you. AND! I still need to see wedding pictures! :oD
Marci