Dreams dissolved

"The Doors to the Chamber of the Book are gaping open. Soon, it will be time for you to fetch it, and bring it back into the World."

So says Gandalf, or Merlin, but probably not Belgarath, in my dream, before the sound of hysterical sobbing intrudes and drags me out of mist-shrouded sleep.

My windows are open to catch the cool night breeze, and so I can catch the words of the two girls sitting on the back steps, two floors below my room. One is crying, sobbing her eyes out, blaming herself for something, incoherent in her misery. The other is murmuring 'No, no, no. It's not your fault. No.'

I want to help, I always want to stop that flow of grief, but sometimes wisdom is knowing that I'd only intrude, that my place is nowhere near those two on the steps, that closing my windows softly, quietly, is the only thing left to me..

It was two am. I had more dreaming to do.

Lunch sucks

My coworkers are lame, except for the maybe once-a-month margaritas down at Agua Verde, which is after work anyway, and there's like, one other slasher that I could have lunch with, but I really don't want to inflict myself on her too much, and I'm horrible at taking lunch at the same time everyday. Pity, because it's so much easier to let someone else pick the place, and just wield a veto in case it's skanky, and a menu's not too bad, compared to trying to figure out what type of food I want.

So I'm vaguely hungry with no special cravings, and I really need to get away from my desk and this blasted Filemaker --> address book thing I want to get done by the end of today. Hey, when did I stop keeping granola bars at my desk?

Friday Five

Oh look, another Lemming!

1. Where were you born?
Alameda, California

2. If you still live there, where would you rather move to? If you don't live there, do you want to move back? Why or why not?
I haven't lived there since I was six months old, and I highly doubt I'll move back - with housing costs so high and no job to lure me there, it just wouldn't happen.. I have no real ties to the place.

3. Where in the world do you feel the safest?
Anywhere I can still talk to my parents.

4. Do you feel you are well-traveled?
Sort of. I've hit most of the states, save Maine, Florida, Hawaii and I think Ohio and Indiana. But the farthest I've been out of the country has been Vancouver, BC, and when you live three hours from the border, it's not that impressive.
Maybe after I go to Paris I'll feel well-traveled.

5. Where is the most interesting place you've been?
Mission Santa Barbara. It's the prettiest of the old Spanish missions that are chained down the coast of California from San Francisco to San Diego. There's history there, buried in the mud-brick walls that have withstood more earthquakes that the new parts of the structures.
I should trump it sometime and visit some Anasazi canyon dwellings, or play hide and seek in the Pyramids.

My Little Ponies of the Apocalypse

Look Ma, it's Famine, War, Death, Pestilence and Hell. Aren't they pretty?

I want the tshirt. Ohsobad.