Note to self: Never buy a chaise lounge

I don't know what it is about me that says "Psychologist" but at work Chris certainly seemed to think I was one. He's apparently going through a messy breakup and wouldn't shut up about it for the better part of the 3 and a half hours I was there. He even had me listen in on a cell phone conversation with the ex to be "a witness" to whatever she said. Oi. Maybe it's just because I'm quiet and seem like I listen, though I'm notably lacking in a chaise lounge. (Note to self: never buy a chaise lounge or I'll get even more of that.)

I also had a weird-ass dream where I was Triela from Gunslinger Girl and was put on a new drug that was being tested. ( Dream gets weird from here )

Right now we've got my mother's friend Margaret and her guy (ironically named Guy) staying with us for the day. I guess later today we'll go see a play that another friend of theirs is in, though I think she'll also be coming over later. Oh well, I have no clue, really, but I'll just go along with it. We had dinner with them at The Pub in Amherst last night after I got out of work, though I'd forgotten that it was a playoff night, so the bar had a lot of people watching the game. They even rang a bell every time they got a home run, but I don't think it was too noisy in their. We also ended up sitting behind the UMASS women's basketball team, which I didn't realize until Dad pointed it out.

I'm also a bit sore from what I was doing at work yesterday, which involved shoveling out the mud from the self-serve pits. I was reminded of a gondolier in the way I eventually ended up shoveling it out (using my legs to push the shovel up), but luckily there wasn't too much to do. One of my coworkers keeps saying that we should write to a cable program called Dirty Jobs (which I've never seeing what with lacking cable) since the "mud" smelled, was black, and had God-knows-what in it. But hey, that's why I bring a change of clothes to work.

Anvil? What Anvil? *is hit by one*

New icon. Because Kino is my hero, looks great in glasses, and has a great "What is this shit?" look in this picture. The fact that she's leaning into the frame adds to the effect.

In other news, today we went to see my (God)Aunt Su in the opening day of her production of a new musical version of The Phantom Tollbooth. She was the Demon of Insincerity and was quite good in her role, despite the difficulties of wearing a dress that must have been hot as hell and according to her looked like it came "from a house of ill repute" while in heels. Impressive.

( More on that )

I also ended up asking Su (who has been married to her wife Chris for several years now after coming out as a lesbian) what it means when a woman who's flirting with you touches your back, since that's happened 3 times to me now (with separate people) and I was wondering if it's some type of code. She didn't know, but apparently it's happened to her too. So it's still a mystery, but at least I'm not the only one who's had that happen. Always manages to scare me when someone does that, but I guess it's a way of flirting.

Tomorrow I've got to work and then go to The Plant, but other than that it should be a normal week.

Nightmares into lemonade

Well, I think I managed to do something productive with the nightmare I had last night. Since it seemed to be subconscious jab to get back to that challenge I went and turned it into an entry for the writing prompt (with a few modifications) though I hope my Muse doesn't keep giving me that type of dream simply because they're so disturbing. At least I hope it was just a writing thing...

Anyway, said thing is here if people are curious, though I'd give it a PG-13 or even R rating for violent content. I also snuck in a reference to Medea from the Aeneid, since I could think of no better way to describe a cruel person who willingly hurts kids that wasn't too obvious. At least it's out of my head now.