Three random bits
Mar. 14th, 2006 01:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stoopbeckWhile on my way to my 12:30, Sarah told me I'd gotten a call while I'd been gone. I spent the entire class period panicking. Did Grandma go through her surgery alright? Did Dad have a relapse? Did Danny burn the house down? The dog. Is the dog okay?!!
Part of this, I'm sure, is the fact that this has been a year for bad news over the phone, but I am certain that the major portion of my phone panic is due to the fact that I have a horrible imagination. Mom leaves a message: "Call me, I really need to talk to you." I think, "Oh, no, Danny got snakebit, Dad broke his ankle again, Grandma's sick, the world is ending, I just know it!" I call back, and find out Mom was just calling because my passport came in.
I need to get a handle on that.
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I had a dream last night in which I accidentally shot my brother's doggeh, thinking she was a deer, and then pretended I just found her that way. She died, and I was consumed with guilt, but even more consumed with the guilt of lying about my guilt.
Hrm.
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Oh, god. I was just writing a poem about the evil minions in movies and books, and how misunderstood they are, and realized it could be sung to a James Taylor song. I need to get a handle on this as well.
Part of this, I'm sure, is the fact that this has been a year for bad news over the phone, but I am certain that the major portion of my phone panic is due to the fact that I have a horrible imagination. Mom leaves a message: "Call me, I really need to talk to you." I think, "Oh, no, Danny got snakebit, Dad broke his ankle again, Grandma's sick, the world is ending, I just know it!" I call back, and find out Mom was just calling because my passport came in.
I need to get a handle on that.
I had a dream last night in which I accidentally shot my brother's doggeh, thinking she was a deer, and then pretended I just found her that way. She died, and I was consumed with guilt, but even more consumed with the guilt of lying about my guilt.
Hrm.
Oh, god. I was just writing a poem about the evil minions in movies and books, and how misunderstood they are, and realized it could be sung to a James Taylor song. I need to get a handle on this as well.
