raybear | Pimping ain't easy, but if you're selling, it's alright

Today I'm proverbially rocking my fake adidas shirt with my fake adidas shoes (from Payless -- you can tell because they have 4 stripes instead of 3). I'm also wearing khakis, but they're flat-front, not with a cuff and a crease. Sorry Dr. Dre.
You've got style, that's what all the girls say.

I just realized that I like my job, because I called home to ask MelRo to tape Court TV today, and it's considered work-related. I just told MFH atty about the case (she has also been trying to get involved with a similar case here in IL). I'll probably soon go to the Court TV website and get some info for her (and myself in the process).

Last night I got a migraine, probably from low blood sugar and went to bed early. Today I'm feeling much better, plus the antibiotics are working. My doctor presecribed Cipro. When I first picked it up at the pharmacy, I kept thinking, why does that name sound familiar? Oh yeah, that Anthrax thing.

While leaving the pharmacy I saw on the impulse-buy rack (right next to the register) an "As Seen on TV" item -- a special edition Miss Cleo tarot deck including a video instruction by the shaman herself. That's sort of a quote of the front of the box. I REALLY want to buy it, but it's $29.95. I'll wait until at least $19.95. Or 3 easy payments of $5.95.

Last night's dreams weren't super vivid as far as narrative, but they involved a city in Europe on a mountain and me revisiting it for the first time in 10 years. It had some sort of inclined train to get to the top and was surrounded by water. Very surreal. And almost Middle Earth-like, now that I think about it.

I'm feeling rather over-stimulated, socially. Like I've been around people too much, and I want to sit in a room and not interact with anyone for awhile. Unfortunately, I still have to work, and can't necessarily just disappear for a couple days. But I guess it's not an entirely impossible option. You heard it hear first -- if I disappear, it's probably just a temporary fugue. Leave him alone, and he'll come home, dragging his tail behind him.