March 13, 2008
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Had some of the craziest dreams last night...dreamt that Mark got in a fight at some amusement park with this big Indian guy...dreamt that I went to a museum about wood and the evolution of its use, with Joe...dreamt that my mom went to Rx with me...
I'm sure there are tons more, but dreaming is hard work...and I'm just as tired now as I was when I went to bed last night. Funny how that works.
It's a late start and a short day today. I'm supposed to be going out with Robbie, but I think I'm gonna pass and ask if I can do it after Easter. Bar-B-Grog is tomorrow and if I don't want to be mud wrestling by 1030, I need to get sleep...and fluids. I've heard stories of people going into the clinic after a hard night of drinking and setting up their own IV line. Hah - nice. Damn human doctors have it easy...so many easily accessible veins, no fur, and a patient that can sit still when told to. Blah.
Mark is back home, but I haven't really gotten a chance to talk to him - not while we're both well rested and in our right minds anyway. Hopefully tonight...
Work has been eerily quiet. I don't even get any DISCO emails anymore...and I've decided that I'm not going to push for more work - not right now. I just can't...money would be nice, but I know how much strain it would put on me...and I'm already run down as it is.
I'm talking to Beth tonight...and am really looking forward to it. Things feel really different; like everything is ok and will be ok. What a godsend she's been.
Time to start my day...
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