Dreamed that I was here, in the apartment, and that Mama was calling from Sis's cellphone to say that hot_chocolate's successor was sick and we had to take him to the vet. At this same time, I was moving my stuff out of the living room, and FatherSir and swallowtayle were teasing each other and me and FatherSir was doing his usual running commentary on the things (regarding a MoveOn.org book, on its political strategy, "That's how it gets its hooks into you.") I was quietly freaking out in my room with the door closed, because I just could not take it any more. swallowtayle had been remixing something she'd recorded with some music from some rap song, sampling the intro and layering that over a song that was already decent and making it pretty damn awesome.
There was something going on at work. I was wandering around, and it was the freshstartwrite ladies there, having a sort of get-together in the bathroom, and I was trying to figure out how to work on P's papers that needed grading. It was sort of like my job, only we were all gaming or reading in the booths instead of being on the phone with people. Hee.
But I was stressing trying to find the papers, and not knowing what they looked like nor how I was supposed to mark them...
It was a relief when the phone rang and woke me up from more job stress while sleeping.