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Dec. 17th, 2004 10:06 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
geebsTGIF! I can finally say that, since I actually don't work weekends anymore. I can't wait 'til this day is over and I can enjoy the weekend. And I can't wait for lunch in an hour. Part of me wants to hit checker's again, but only because they messed up my order yesterday and I want at least one meal from there where I get what I want. Or I can just go to Arby's and get a couple of melts or beef n' cheddars or whatever.
Had a relatively long seeming dream last night, but I don't remember too much about it. And it was one of those dreams where I fluctuate back and forth between being a person watching events unfold as if it were a TV show, and actively participating in what happens. I think I was watching these three chyx who were supposed to be Charlie's Angels, though they weren't played by any of the actresses on the show or movie. And they were young, like 18 or 19. Anyways, they go undercover with some organization (maybe a violent anti-abortionists group, perhaps being influenced by that ep of Without A Trace I was watching last night) and they went up in this tall building and had this laser sniper rifle set up because the organization wanted them to assassinate somebody. So, they were trying to figure out how to not blow their cover without killing someone. Then it switches back down to the street where I am. I think there's something buying bread and meeting some people from LJ (Ones I've never met irl) And then someone made a call thanking someone about a cake and it went to the cellphone of some guy who was tied up where the angels were and I tried to stop the person from calling because somehow it would cause their cover to be blown. Alas, I can't remember the rest.
Recently, when I've been waking up, I've been reading the clock like ten minutes later than it actually is. So I'll look and swear its reading as 620 and then be all, "damn, is it 620 already" and try to steel myself to get up, but when I look over again, its like actually 610. Then I'll be, cool, I can get another ten minutes of sleep.
Had a relatively long seeming dream last night, but I don't remember too much about it. And it was one of those dreams where I fluctuate back and forth between being a person watching events unfold as if it were a TV show, and actively participating in what happens. I think I was watching these three chyx who were supposed to be Charlie's Angels, though they weren't played by any of the actresses on the show or movie. And they were young, like 18 or 19. Anyways, they go undercover with some organization (maybe a violent anti-abortionists group, perhaps being influenced by that ep of Without A Trace I was watching last night) and they went up in this tall building and had this laser sniper rifle set up because the organization wanted them to assassinate somebody. So, they were trying to figure out how to not blow their cover without killing someone. Then it switches back down to the street where I am. I think there's something buying bread and meeting some people from LJ (Ones I've never met irl) And then someone made a call thanking someone about a cake and it went to the cellphone of some guy who was tied up where the angels were and I tried to stop the person from calling because somehow it would cause their cover to be blown. Alas, I can't remember the rest.
Recently, when I've been waking up, I've been reading the clock like ten minutes later than it actually is. So I'll look and swear its reading as 620 and then be all, "damn, is it 620 already" and try to steel myself to get up, but when I look over again, its like actually 610. Then I'll be, cool, I can get another ten minutes of sleep.
