When I log into my email account, it tells me there is a system error and that they are sorry for the inconvenience but I cannot get into my account just now. But, if I log in via the preview and click on a message there, I can get in no problem. This has been going on for a few days and it's very exciting - it's like a secret e-passage into my inbox.
I'm glad I found a 'way in' because, what with the wedding coming up, I have been quite dependent on various forms of communication, spending lots of time sending messages and calling people and such. I just spoke with the manager of the restaurant where we're having the wedding reception to iron out a few details. We've spoken several times now and she is really cool and I like her. I look forward to meeting her. It's always funny to meet someone I've only known on the phone. It's not that they don't match the picture in my head - I usually don't have one - it's that the foggy form now emerges into a clear shape and I think, Oh! It's you. I didn't expect this. No matter what they end up looking like, it's unexpected.
Like the guy off of whom I bought a small fridge for our office. We had exchanged a few emails and a couple of phone calls, so I had a vague sense - totally inaccurate - of what he'd be like. When I did meet him I was quite taken aback. What is it about a person's voice or e-manner that instigates surprise in you when you meet them? I realise now that it is more than those things that help build one's little mental image. With this person, the triggers were that he had posted a used item on a website and that he lived in a 'weird' part of town - why then did he seem like someone I'd have lots in common with? Busted: prejudice betrayed!
This 'weird' part of town, it turns out, is pretty cool. Like most neighbourhoods of One Great City! it used to be its own town, so it has a lovely old main street. It also has a tinge of Garden City* to it, which I saw on the map before seeing it on the ground. Similar to the phone thing, it was different when I got there, though that might have had more to do with it being night time than anything else.
*I really don't think there's anything genuinely 'Garden City' about it at all. It's just a park with a funny shape. Still, very cool to behold.
Wednesday, 18 February 2009
Tuesday, 3 February 2009
Feb. 3rd
Hi.
I've been waking up in the middle of the night again - almost every night and usually for about two hours. Sometimes I'm too lazy or cold to get up, so I lie there and let my mind go nowhere special until I am ready to face the fact that unless I get up, I will not be able to go back to sleep again. That is the trick: getting up to do something that focuses my mind until it realises how tired it is.
Usually, I read The Guardian and sometimes, I work on my thesis. I can't do anything too active or exciting, like bake or sew, because then I'll never go back to bed, and going back to bed - to sleep - is the goal. Otherwise I'm sleeping at work.
It works. Sometimes, upon returning to bed, I will lie there for a little bit before falling asleep again. That usually happens when I've gone back too soon due to impatience with that inevitable fatigue. But I always have really great dreams afterwards.
By 'great' I mean 'vivid'. Here was this morning's, had sometime between 5:15 and 6:00am:
As is normally the case of late, I dreamt about the wedding. It is the day of. I arrive on the scene early to the basement of a house and some of the guests are there - all friends of my old boyfriend, and few of whom I'd remembered inviting, so I begin to wonder how the rest of them will fit at the reception to eat.
Suddenly, it's time to go to the ceremony. I feel about as ready as I would if it were to take place TODAY, so, utterly unprepared. We don't have rings and we had missed our meeting with the JP days before, among other things. I am astounded by how totally disorganised we are. How could this have happened? I had all those lists...
I haven't done my hair (which is long, blond and scraggly) and I'm not dressed. I am, however, wearing about nineteen layers, all with very intricate buttons. I start to madly undo them. I'm getting hot. I'm running late. I skip the buttons and just yank everything off over my head. I put on my dress. I go to the bathroom. The end of the dress falls in the toilet. I rinse it off and the colour - sparkly green - starts to come out and then change to a white and gold pattern, but only in that one area. At least it's pretty, I think. I don't have any make-up on and there is no time to do that hair (whoever's hair that is). No shower, nothing. I am all sweaty. I am really not feeling my best.
Dad picks me up in some car with the steering wheel on the right and I sit in the back seat, wondering what the JP is going to say, until I realise that I want to walk to the ceremony. We are coming out of an underground parking lot and I decide to jump out as soon as the car emerges from the dungeon. It is a warm, sunny day, even though it's February. I don't even need a wrap. Then I wake up to the sound of the radio.
It's true that we have a lot to do between now and the end of the month, but if we did have to do it tomorrow, it wouldn't be that bad. My guess is the dress-in-toilet thing is prophetic, though. That keeps happening with this silly belted cardigan I have.
I look forward to tomorrow morning's dream.
I've been waking up in the middle of the night again - almost every night and usually for about two hours. Sometimes I'm too lazy or cold to get up, so I lie there and let my mind go nowhere special until I am ready to face the fact that unless I get up, I will not be able to go back to sleep again. That is the trick: getting up to do something that focuses my mind until it realises how tired it is.
Usually, I read The Guardian and sometimes, I work on my thesis. I can't do anything too active or exciting, like bake or sew, because then I'll never go back to bed, and going back to bed - to sleep - is the goal. Otherwise I'm sleeping at work.
It works. Sometimes, upon returning to bed, I will lie there for a little bit before falling asleep again. That usually happens when I've gone back too soon due to impatience with that inevitable fatigue. But I always have really great dreams afterwards.
By 'great' I mean 'vivid'. Here was this morning's, had sometime between 5:15 and 6:00am:
As is normally the case of late, I dreamt about the wedding. It is the day of. I arrive on the scene early to the basement of a house and some of the guests are there - all friends of my old boyfriend, and few of whom I'd remembered inviting, so I begin to wonder how the rest of them will fit at the reception to eat.
Suddenly, it's time to go to the ceremony. I feel about as ready as I would if it were to take place TODAY, so, utterly unprepared. We don't have rings and we had missed our meeting with the JP days before, among other things. I am astounded by how totally disorganised we are. How could this have happened? I had all those lists...
I haven't done my hair (which is long, blond and scraggly) and I'm not dressed. I am, however, wearing about nineteen layers, all with very intricate buttons. I start to madly undo them. I'm getting hot. I'm running late. I skip the buttons and just yank everything off over my head. I put on my dress. I go to the bathroom. The end of the dress falls in the toilet. I rinse it off and the colour - sparkly green - starts to come out and then change to a white and gold pattern, but only in that one area. At least it's pretty, I think. I don't have any make-up on and there is no time to do that hair (whoever's hair that is). No shower, nothing. I am all sweaty. I am really not feeling my best.
Dad picks me up in some car with the steering wheel on the right and I sit in the back seat, wondering what the JP is going to say, until I realise that I want to walk to the ceremony. We are coming out of an underground parking lot and I decide to jump out as soon as the car emerges from the dungeon. It is a warm, sunny day, even though it's February. I don't even need a wrap. Then I wake up to the sound of the radio.
It's true that we have a lot to do between now and the end of the month, but if we did have to do it tomorrow, it wouldn't be that bad. My guess is the dress-in-toilet thing is prophetic, though. That keeps happening with this silly belted cardigan I have.
I look forward to tomorrow morning's dream.
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