Sunday Bumday

Had insomnia for literally the entire night. I didn't fall asleep till just after 6am... just tossing & turning, tv on/off/on/off, all night. VERY annoying.

I had a wildly sexual dream about C this morning. Very bizarre. I only remember bits and pieces: Him getting dressed for baseball practice, me talking him in to staying, me really enjoying what we were doing when he wanted to change positions - I protested and then he said we could either go 2 more min in the current position or 90 in the one he wanted, and I was really torn about which option to take. Then it morphed into something about a home with lots of spirituality-related crafts, and someone wanting to buy one for it's positive energy... but I was trying to secretly tell them it was actually bad. Then I was walking around bound up in a mass of reeds that couldn't be unwound and no one would cut me out of them. WTF?? Gotta love the brain.

So it's about 2:30 and I've caught up on my voxy neighbors, started the 2nd-to-last load of drying and the last load of laundry, dumped the cat litter & washed the box, washed the cat litter mat, refused to take Boo out front, stared at misc items that need to be cleaned (but won't be), brewed a pot of coffee, and had some "brunch". At one point I was thinking of going out for real brunch but decided against it cause I could tell I was gonna get drunk. Oh, and I changed all of the bed linens last night... I want credit for that too!!

Now I'm sortof watching "Independence Day" (which I've never seen) in the background but, in typical HDTV fashion, it's digitizing so much that I only get every 20th word or so... "we're being extermi..."; "general... ge...ba... toro..."; "el toro has been completely destroyed." Was Will Smith's character based at El Toro? That's near here. And, true to the movie, it HAS been completely destroyed. It's being turned into homes, shopping, and a park. I went on that base once - got snuck into one of the giant hangars and a harrier jump jet.

Moving on: What is it with movie aliens always being able to morph, at will, to 50x their original size? If they can rearrange their molecules like that, why can't they avoid being killed by bullets?

Isn't this fascinating?!?

Like Cranky, I've been reviewing my year. Seeing what went well and what didn't. Trying to figure out better resolutions for next year (because 2008's "reduce" was a big fat FAIL). Reviewing the long list of friendships that died - most never having been more than wishful thinking on my part anyway. I wonder what, if anything, I'll come up with from all of this.

Sooo... I guess I should do something today. Get dressed, perhaps? Run those lame Home Depot errands? Take the cats out front (I promised). Pretend I'm something other than a slug? Bleh.