8.12.01

sorry, i haven’t been posting much, cause i’ve had a lot on my mind and none of it’s terribly interesting. i’m trying to save you from daily reports of what i had for breakfast (eggo waffle with raspberries and yogurt on top). last night i dreamt that my cat, zeke, had died of pneumonia. the vet gave me a box of the cremated remains, and i buried them in a grassy hillside somewhere in the forest. only, a month later i figured out that zeke had only died in my dream. in real life he was at my friend-from-kindergarten kari johnson’s house, where i’d left him to be baby sat a long time ago. kari was nine months pregnant and kind of irritated with me for leaving zeke with her for so long. i tried to explain that i’d forgotten he was there because i thought he was dead. she was keeping him in a cage, so he was more than happy to get out, but the weird thing was that he was no longer tiger-stripped/leopard-spotted, but he was a grey and white calico, like my friend’s cat named bruce. only it definitely wasn’t bruce, it was just zeke with bruce’s paint job. i made a note to find out whether the real bruce had suddenly woken up with zeke’s stripes, but then i got distracted with the revelries at kari’s house – it was halloween and everyone was dressed up in togas and sheets and having a rollicking good time, despite the fact that kari claimed she was going to have her baby tomorrow. the whole scene weirded me out and i was just trying to get zeke out the door with all his toys when i woke up to the real zeke chomping on my toes.

earlier in the night i dreamed this whole horror novel – in the dream i knew it was a book, but at the same time i was playing the main character in it, so all the terror was real. and the creepy thing was that it was taking place in the house where i’m living now. yuck.

this is what happens when i get too much sleep.

to the gym.