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What a morning...
Feb. 3rd, 2005 04:57 pmI left the apartment five minutes later than I had been leaving since the C went out of commission. Oh yes, I live dangerously. Got to work at the same time thanks to said train's return (missed the B that I might otherwise would have had to wait another ten-fifteen minutes for, but caught the newly revived C).
At work, this girl Jenny, who loves my 80s cartoon shirts, was telling me how for her birthday, which was yesterday, she got a truckload of Strawberry Shortcake stuff from her mother. This was too cute, especially when she said, "I'm 27! My mother still thinks I'm a little girl!" Aww, honey, that just means she loves you. Birthday talk reminded me I needed to buy Jotham his present, so I did (RE: Apocalypse, he has good taste).
I also, randomly, remembered the dream I had last night which left me panic-stricken and pumped on adrenaline when I woke this morning. I had a dream where I had to get to school. It was about 8:15 am, and I had to get to school--middle school. I was in the city, living in my apartment, trying to figure out how the hell I was going to get back to Scarsdale in time, and oh my God, doesn't homeroom start at 8:15!? I was all panicky in my dream and, yet, at the same time, incredibly logical. I noted that I was living in the city, so shouldn't I have a middle school in the city, too? I also sorta knew that I'd graduated from college, but that's where logic failed dream me. I didn't realize I wasn't a teenager any more or that I was a Columbia graduate. Nonetheless, goody-two-shoes that I am, I was hyperventilating when I woke up over being late to SMS. God, shoot me.
At work, this girl Jenny, who loves my 80s cartoon shirts, was telling me how for her birthday, which was yesterday, she got a truckload of Strawberry Shortcake stuff from her mother. This was too cute, especially when she said, "I'm 27! My mother still thinks I'm a little girl!" Aww, honey, that just means she loves you. Birthday talk reminded me I needed to buy Jotham his present, so I did (RE: Apocalypse, he has good taste).
I also, randomly, remembered the dream I had last night which left me panic-stricken and pumped on adrenaline when I woke this morning. I had a dream where I had to get to school. It was about 8:15 am, and I had to get to school--middle school. I was in the city, living in my apartment, trying to figure out how the hell I was going to get back to Scarsdale in time, and oh my God, doesn't homeroom start at 8:15!? I was all panicky in my dream and, yet, at the same time, incredibly logical. I noted that I was living in the city, so shouldn't I have a middle school in the city, too? I also sorta knew that I'd graduated from college, but that's where logic failed dream me. I didn't realize I wasn't a teenager any more or that I was a Columbia graduate. Nonetheless, goody-two-shoes that I am, I was hyperventilating when I woke up over being late to SMS. God, shoot me.
