Blankspot

This morning I woke up and realized I spent the whole night fighting sleep, wanting to wake up and put my c-pap machine on my face, but falling back asleep every time I remembered. I had repetitive dreams revolving around the numbers 11 and 18. I had to line people up in sets of 11 and then later something to do with the number 18. I don't know...maybe I should work them into the lottery somehow. Numbers are a recurring theme in my dreams, especially ones that are out of place for the scene they are in. Such as a $7 bill, or 57 o'clock. Any ideas?

Before going to bed, I caved in to one of my guilty pleasures: nerdy science fiction. I was watching a program I DVR'ed at my parents house in a series called "The Prophets of Science Fiction", episode: "Philip K. Dick". Sooo fascinating. Which is exactly why falling asleep was the last thing I wanted to do. I must've fought with the rewind button for two hours. It was insane, the one moment I have to shamelessly watch a nerdy show no one would want to sit through with me, and I can't even sit through it myself! AAArgh!

I decided I was going to spend more time listening to what people say and less time interrupting them with an anecdote of my own, no matter how fitting. So today, I did just that...now my Mom and daughter think i'm acting "weird". Now, I know my second middle name is weird, so this was not at all a "weird" thing to say, but, the reason they thought i was being "weird" in a way that was weirder than the usual weird, was because I was staring blankly at them. Making them uncomfortable. I guess if I am going to actually listen to a person talk, I should try not to go off on tangents in my mind unrelated to anything.


...there are a lot of euphamisms and catch phrases involving the word Tom. Peeping Tom. Tom, Dick and Harry. Tomboy. Tommy Gun. Tom Turkey. Pat & Tom. Tom Tom...


See what I mean? Speaking of blank spots, such is this rainy Seattle-esque day. I mean, just plain blah! This weekend at the parents house, I was not joined by my BF Qual. He had to work. My daughter went to a birthday slumber party, then came back today ready to do her homework. My nephew left with my sister and brother in law just moments ago and my dad snuck off to the store while I was typing this blog when he knew I needed to go. (I am not supposed to drive in the state of missouri...i don't wanna get into it) My mom snuck off to the store before i woke up. hehehe I know what's going on here...I spend too long in the store and no one wants to be bothered. In fact, I don't even want to be bothered with this boring blog, but i just keep going and going anyway...what was I saying?

On that note, I think I should go. I need to be alert in case someone should feel so kind as to drop me off at the store. I don't have internet at my house, but I am here every weekend. I will be posting an extra long blog for the entire week on Saturdays. The next blog will be sooner because of the Thanksgiving holiday. That should be an interesting blog, indeed. So stay tuned. Or as I like to say - Plugged into the Matrix.

Until then...