I woke up at 4:30 AM from a weird dream.

I dreamt that both my rear tires had been stolen from my car. Just the rear tires. The front ones were still there. I stood there dumbfounded thinking, "Why would anyone steal just the back tires?!" Then, when I opened the car door to see if anything else was missing, I gasped at the ungodly sight. The leather interior had been removed, too! All I could see was foam cushioning. I let out a little whimper, thinking, "I can understand stealing tires, but why in the hell would someone take the leather off my seats!?!"

[Sue, a coworker I had told my dream about said, "Maybe they wanted to make leather pants," to which I replied, "Sue, may I punch you?"]

The dream ended with my brother faintly saying, "Just call your insurance, they'll take care of it.

Then I woke up. At 4:30 AM. Which I wasn't happy about. It meant I had an hour left of sleep before my alarm would start yelling at me for being a fat lazy pig. I continued to lay awake tossing and turning on the floor [yes, I've been sleeping on the floor, don't ask]. Finally I made myself get up. Tuesdays are my early days, Tuesdays I work @ a prison. I felt a little depressed as it was still dark out. I like showering with rays of sunlight shining through the shower curtain.

When I walked out of my house it was still dark out. I made my 45 minute ride tolerable by singing along with the radio, and when that got boring, I made the ride tolerable by over speeding. 45 minutes became 30.

The day felt like I was getting my ass kicked up and down the hallways. I got done what needed to be done [I hope] and headed back to HQ. I spent an hour there, then went home. I sifted through my email looking to see if a certain someone had emailed me, then crawled under the covers. With my suit still on. I took a nap and woke up maybe twenty minutes later BECAUSE SOMEONE KEPT KNOCKING ON MY DOOR. Ugh.

I'm going to treat myself to some chili rellenos.



I'm so tired.