Weird Dreams

First, I had this post all thought out in my head. It was clever, concise, pithy ... and then Blogger made me switch to Beta which, basically, cost me a lot of time. Thus, I forgot, really, what I wanted to say.

I had weird dreams. Although I never saw it, I know there was a musical driven by ABBA songs. It seemed really cool to me because I grew up with, literally, ABBA. So I guess I must have had this in my head at some point last night. I had a dream about a former friend of mine having a musical based upon his life that was completely driven by music he wrote. It was really goofy.

I woke up with a song in my head that I have never associated with that person. Maybe the whole thing was an Avonex-driven delusion ... or it was, in fact, just a weird dream.

Lia's ear infection seems to be getting better. I knew it must have been really bad because whenever I would tell her, "Mama going to fix the ears" she would run and sit in front of me. She let me put the drops in. She has always been very difficult, before, when it came to putting drops in her ears. I think she was in a lot of pain. I am not running this vet bill by VPI because I am worried that they will consider this an exempt condition -- she had an ear infection before I got VPI. Veterinary Pet Insurance, by the way, is about the coolest thing ever. For around $20 a month, I have the peace of mind that I will be able to afford to take my dog to the vet if she's sick. Swimmer's Tail -- the oddest condition I've ever heard of -- sent us to the emergency vet in the middle of the night. That bill was around $300. VPI paid me back around $250-ish of the bill. I had only been with them about 4 months at that point. What a darned relief. And let us not forget the "I ate goofy plants that Gramma thought were cool" episode. X-Rays and what not cost me well over $100. I'll be getting a check for that this week for at least $80.

I hate that I have to work another demeaning job in order to support myself. I mean, dammit! I have a fargin' Masters! I was pretty sore after my most recent shift. But at least all I had to really do (other than ring on the register) was to spend about 1 1/2 hours in the cooler stocking beer/pop. All good ... really. I calculated the number of time I have to work there. 9 months-ish -- 4 x 9 is 36 weeks. 36 weeks x 2 shifts per week is 72 shifts. I've already worked 6, so only 66 more shifts to go. And I get health insurance at only 10 hours per week. Yeah! This reminds me that I have to run up there and check my schedule for this week. \

Lia is sleeping in her crate. It always amazes me how much she likes her crate. It's like "safe zone" to her. She decides when to go in and when to come out. Let's say, though, that she's been upstairs at "the buffet" (I won't translate that for those of you to whom I haven't complained about the disgusting habit). If I catch her, I yell at her and tell her, "That's naughty. You go downstairs and get in the crate." For some reason, she knows that this time is a punishment and she will wait until I tell her, "okay" before she comes out. Go figure.

Whew. I'm really tired. I sub during the week almost every day. I work one night per week at the gas station. I have school two nights a week. I judge Speech meets on Saturday and work at the gas station on Sunday. I only get a day off if I turn down a sub job on Tuesday, Wednesday or Friday AND happen to not work at the gas station that evening. Shit. I got tired just typing that.

Gotta go sleep, now.