I had another bizarro dream this morning. It largely revolved around Julio and high schoolish settings. The other people mentioned are all doctors (past and present) where I work. Sometimes I wish I knew what my brain is trying to tell me when I dream.
 

It amazes me to look out the window at the drizzle and realize that it was so brilliantly sunny yesterday (and in the 70s, too!) that I was awakened by the light around 7:30 and had to blindfold myself in order to fall back to sleep.  Tired as I was, I actually slept until 11:00 after that, and proceeded to wear a FAILHAT for the rest of the day as far as getting anything done, largely because I wasn't feeling all that great (migraine and cramps).  Middle-aged hormones for the fail!

This, of course, means that I have to buckle down today.  I'll be heading to the laundromat shortly, having realized (much to my chagrin) that if I hope to maintain some semblance of productivity in the coming months, it means that I can't necessarily watch every single Sox game.  So it goes.  At least I'm listening to the beginning of today's game.  Note that I would have already finished said laundry were it not for the irresistible urge to a) sleep in a bit this morning and b) lie around thinking pretty thoughts (oh, my darling Baseball Boyfriends, how you charm me and divert my attention, you rascals!).

Nice little win streak we've got going right now.  I'm loving this turnaround and hope it continues.  Lester looks great so far today.  And golly, it cracks me up when these fans read the lineup on TV and call all the players "Mr."  Also...too funny, the hurting that Cleveland put on the Yankees yesterday.  I need to make time to watch that second inning, man.  It must have been epic!
 

Okay...on to the laundromat.  I hope to make some progress on e-mails and comment replies later on (I absolutely hate it when I can't keep up with that).  So...you folks who I've been neglecting can (hopefully) expect to hear from me soon. 

Ciao!
 

Hey all, I realize that I totally fail at keeping up with my journal!  It's been a pretty wild week of ups and downs.
 

It seems like a few folks on my f-list are going through stuff right now so I thought I'd join the party, LOL. 

And that's the report from the land of angst.

I have been made of fail this week as far as posting anything here, I know.  Things are crazy busy here at the office, and of course non-baseball evenings have been taken up with catching up on necessary chores, yada yada yada.

I've had trouble concentrating all day, seeing as how tonight is the big do-or-die night.  I'm going into it with guarded optimism.  I like to think that the weird dream I had this morning was a good omen.  In it I was watching the Sox on TV with my NYY partisan cousin Danielle in a somewhat dark room, and at some point I came face to face in an equally dark hallway with the one and only E-6, who responded to whatever I said by looking at me with those big intense eyes and a somewhat morose expression on his face.  What that was about I have no idea, but the most important and positive thing I took from the dream was that WE WERE PLAYING THE PHILLIES, Y'ALL!!!  Things that make me go hmmmm......

Also about tonight: I see, much to my delight, that Coco will be leading off.  I'm going to be all superstitious and wear my brand new "HOT COCO 10" sweatshirt (see previous post), which arrived via UPS last night along with matching coffee mug, which I have already broken in.

And on that note, I have 1/2 hour left here at work before I go home and wolf down dinner and settle in for the festivities.  GO SOX GO SOX GO SOX GO SOX.....
 

Nothing like a hot shower and a surprise call from a cousin up home in Noo Yawk to make the world a bit brighter.  Still not feeling my best, but that's to be expected, given what I did to my body by staying up almost all night.

I didn't have time to post about this earlier in the week, but I had an odd dream the other morning.  This relates to one of my perennial issues, that of being all by myself, unhappily single, however one wishes to put it.  It's been a very long time since I've been in a relationship (and don't even get me started on how awful the last several were).  I've had nothing more than a couple of *very* false alarms since 8/2001.  In both of those cases I'm clearly better off, but still....it's hard being about to turn 50 and *still* single, even harder when I factor in the chronic health issues and the time and energy they consume.  I can't really get out to socialize much because of them.  There are times when I can be all Zen about the situation and accept that this may very well be where I'm meant to be, and other times when I rage about it, and still other times when I get very, very down about it.

With that as background information, the other morning I woke up and realized that I had just had a dream about...Coco Crisp.  Huh?  Well, he's sorta cute, kinda, but he doesn't inspire unbridled fangirlism in me, so Coco as a dream figure was puzzling in itself.  The dream was fairly simple and I would rate it PG for implied situation.  Apparently *something* had happened between us, although nothing beyond some friendly cuddling occurred in the actual dream.  That, and Coco basically told me (I can't recall the actual wording) that my skills were a little bit rusty.  Yeah, I guess so.  I have plenty of vivid thoughts (NOT involving Coco!), but actual practice?  Naaaahhh.  I can hardly even remember what it's like to be kissed.  So although the dream was vaguely amusing because I couldn't imagine anything happening with Coco, or him saying something like that to me, it did put me in a bit of a funk.  And I found myself not only realizing that my subconscious was trying to tell me something, I also found myself attempting to will the universe to assist me in changing what is surely the truth after all this time.  Am I sad about it at this particular moment?  No, not really.  Instead I'm introspective and in the mood to share this.  And thank you, kind readers, for letting me do so.