Unghh. Dh.

I spent nearly all of today on my feet, at Candlestick Park, serving food and drinks at a concession stand. Good news: we made a decent bit of money, we think; I got to see a bit of the game, which hopefully will qualify me for Thanksgiving turkey; and the 49ers won. Bad news: I tried, and tried, and tried, and I still can't pour a beer. It might've been the tap, 'cause it was a tricky one. But I think it was mostly just me.

I was dozing on BART on the way back, thanks to my 3 hours of sleep last night, and the brief flashes of dreams that I had were all about pouring sodas. This cannot be healthy.

Went to girlwithjournal's to watch "Alias," and I re-met inkbot. Girl has bleached the front streaks of her hair, in Rogue-like fashion. It's pretty cool.

I also drabbled, after much agonizing and an unhelpful computer crash. (Buffy followers, be aware of an Angel 5.2 spoiler.) And, in the vein of last week, here, too, is an old drabble of mine that perfectly fits the week's theme of "photo album and/or snapshots".

Oh, the turkey comment? My mom told me that if I don't see a football game this year, I'm not getting any Thanksgiving turkey. She might have even been serious.

Dream memory

Had a dream... last night? the night before? a week ago? that included a friend sitting in my room and needing to blow her nose, so that I reached over and got the tissues for her from behind the stuffed elephant. I only remembered this because I reached over just now to get the tissues and had a distinct feeling of déjà vu in the sense of actually picturing the scene, and in this scene there was another person, and no one's been sitting in my room in Berkeley needing to blow their nose for as long as the tissues have been in that particular spot. So: dream, not memory.

Yes, I'm strange. But this is my journal.

Of an evening

I went to Wilde tonight with leech, and we ate and played bridge there. The people seem really cool, and I finally got to properly meet easwaran, rather than just seeing him briefly after a concert. I also met thecolorblue, whom I've seen around a lot but never actually had contact with until tonight. Then I got fed gingersnaps by grimhild (not literally, of course, but he'd made them — the level of pedantry to which my friends list holds itself prompted this clarification), which was also a very good thing.

Tomorrow's going to be fiendishly busy, and the next day even more so. *dog paddles frantically*