Milennium Hand and Shrimp

EVERYTHING broke today at the theatre. And it was another one of those I'm-all-alone days. There is something about the end of the summer in Ohio that just causes everything to break. Someone should research it, because I remember it happening last year, too. My mom's car broke, my laptop's power cord is broken, the popper at work broke, the pretzel warmer is in the process of breaking... at least I'm not broken yet (I hope). The TV in my room is sort of broken, too... but that doesn't affect me much since I never use it.

I really don't like this computer (my laptop's charging by itself since I don't want to risk having it on while it's plugged in), so I'm going to go find something else to do that doesn't involve playing with the ringtones on my phone again... I now have the It's Gendo theme on it... my phone has become an interesting moster of a thing. Now, if only people would call me!

Poor Laptop!

I guess this is as good a time as any to write down the dream I had last night that, yes, bothered me more than the dream where my face would have burnt off if I hadn't gotten up. I've been having too many dreams lately involving work. More often than not being late for work, but last night's was just mean. It was a really busy night and I was on the last register, waiting on this couple. They kept messing up their order and confusing me, and the wife kept bragging about how her husband was on the new ten dollar bill. Their total came to 8 dollars and they gave me 22 or 23, but for some reason I couldn't get the change to work out right and it was driving me crazy. I kept ending up with multiples of five, or giving them change like they had given me 30 dollars. I got really frustrated, so I called the managers to come help me, but they just laughed at me. Our main manager was standing by the door to their office basically rolling on the floor laughing at me, and two more came to stand behind me and stare. I got fed up, so I told them I was going to go on break, so I ran over, jumped the counter, and tried to clock out. Two more managers were standing there, and I couldn't clock out because it kept telling me that happy hour was five more minutes, or five more hours.. some five thing. They didn't laugh at as much though. And I just sat down in the hallway and cried. I hate dreams like that.. and I barely ever have them. It's a perfectly normal dream, thus it bothers me more. I'm not supposed to have dreams like that. And what's with all the fives? I bet this is the sort of dream you actually can analyze. Hehehe.

Hrm... I'm sort of bored, so I think if I have time tonight, even though it'll kill my battery and I still have to make supper, I'm going to screw around with the style of this page. It's been like this for too long.

Upside-Down Question Marks...

OK, so I'm sitting here listening to NPR's reports of all the protests in NYC and wishing I was there, and in between commercials in Spanish I am hearing Incubus singing "que pasaaaa" in something that sounds like a cross between the second opening from Naruto and some crazy, well, Spanish thing. Surreal, in an almost disturbing way.