Recovery.

moominmolly said it here, sometimes one needs a vacation from vacation. I've spent quite a lot of the past two (?) days sleeping, partly to put myself back on a lobster-shift schedule, partly to simply recover. Nothing big, just sleep, peaceful and restful and relaxing. No important dreams to recount either. Last night I was taking some college classes (no apparent reason) and two of them involved reading The Nutcracker. Thus, every other word in my dream was marzipan.

On the other hand, I could feel the tension draining back into my jaw and neck as I flew westward again. Less than it was a week ago, but still there.

FONE--The Good, The Bad, The Just Plain Kooky

I have my own phone again, and with it comes my own answering machine. My answering machine has been packed away since I last used it, college graduation. To my surprise, it still held the last phone messages on it.

1. Hang-up.


2. Professor outlining the requirements of a final paper.


3. Playwright asking for her roommate's gun back.


4. Mother asking about when graduation was to be.


5. Friend informing me that he didn't buy the piñata for the year-end party.


6. Same friend asking when we can pick up piñata.

My outgoing message was also intact. I considered retaining it, but figured that "I've just stepped out for some food; be back in a minute" wouldn't cut it.

I'm thinking of stealing a page from lno's journal and offering prepaid phone time to people all over the country if they call in and inagurate my answering machine. Telecommunicatorily boosting my ego, that's what it's all about.

In sour news, I can't find T.'s phone number. This can certainly be considered a Bad Thing. Now I've got a major incentive to finish my unpacking-cleaning. It must be here somewhere!

Basque.

Just thought I should mention that I love having veek for a friend.

Thank you.