All Things Yummy

I lost my Iron Ring today. I think it must’ve fallen off when I took my gloves off to get my car keys. I walked around everywhere trying to find it, but by then, there was another inch of snow on the ground… It didn’t help that I was running around jumping into snow banks and generally horsing around with Chris P - it could’ve fallen anywhere between Engineering quad and the UWP parking lot, or somewhere around Morty’s.

Well, now I know I should’ve gotten a smaller size. Well, I guess I’ll go get a new one tomorro… the refitting is tomorrow at 4PM.

The sun just slipped its note below my door
And I can’t hide beneath my sheets
I’ve read the words before so now I know
The time has come again for me

And I’m feelin’ the same way all over again
Feelin’ the same way all over again
Singin’ the same lines all over again
No matter how much I pretend…

I’ve been listening to a lot of Norah Jones over the last couple of days. It seems… somehow appropriate. I feel like I’m stuck in this place where you’re trying to move but your limbs are not responding to your commands, just like in those dreams where you’re being chased somewhere and you can’t move the way you want to. Maybe it’s due to general uncertaintly about the future, maybe it’s just general stress of some of the recent happenings, maybe it’s the weather… In any case, it definitely hasn’t been a good reading 2 days. 2 days really isn’t enough to be able to really relax, and I ended up wasting a lot of time doing nothing at all. I guess the biggest monkey wrench that was thrown in was the ECE687 exam on March 1st. I had completely forgotten the fact that February has only 28 days, so I thought there still was like a week left to study… but no, exam’s tomorrow.

I’ve been dreaming with some regularity lately - that means I’m getting too much sleep, heh This morning in the dream, I was at some kind of mall or shopping area of some sort. I walked out and found a parking ticket on my windshield… so I put it in my pocket and drove out of the lot when I realized I forgot to do something. I drove back, parked the car, then walked into this Doctor’s office where I was told to sit down and fill out a questionnaire… I started writing it down, but I had a lot of problems actually being able to write anything legible… and then I started worrying about the fact that my car would be ticketed again because the previous parking ticket was in my jacket pocket. So there I was, sitting in a waiting room, filling out a questionnaire with short little itty bitty pencil, worrying that my car would be ticketed for parking violation. Any armchair Freud want to take a shot at explaining this dream?

Maybe I just need to relax more, take things in stride, not worry so much about everything that’s going around… or maybe I should just sleep less so I wouldn’t have to deal with dreams at all. I guess the second solution is easier…