So Much I Don't Even Know Where to Start

It's been a pretty typical Monday, I think, though I did have the day off so that was really nice. It was a day of attempting to get some things done. I say attempting because I don't think I even got half the stuff marked off my to-do list. Oh well... some is better than none, right?

Best and myself at the airport
upon our most recent reuniting
after three years of not seeing
each other.

It started off as a pretty rough morning - I had some insane dreams last night! And when I say insane, I mean bat-shit crazy, though they won't sound that bad when I describe them...but they were! First I dream that there are some crazy evil demons coming to get me and I wake up trying not to fall back into that shit hole but then I start dreaming that I'm still awake and that the demons are in my room so then I don't know if I'm awake or asleep and it's just confusing and terrifying. Urgh. So then I finally fall back to sleep and I start dreaming that G.I. Joe knocks up this new girl he's doing whatever with, so he has her move into his parents with him and then comes to my house and is all like "I don't want this, I still love you" blah blah. And I'm all like "ha, screw you, too late now" and it was just an irritating dream. And then I'm standing in the middle of D.C. arguing with someone about taking the red line into Chinatown because I didn't want to drive around looking for parking. Weird. I have no idea what prompted any of these things. If anyone reading this knows anything about dream interpretation, please tell me wtf is going on here. I also have to recount my story about why I'm beginning to wonder if my house is haunted, which I was reminded of earlier this afternoon while I was talking to my best friend. (Enter shout out to my Best, who will probably read this in the near future - Hi Best!) The story goes something like this: I was home completely alone. My roommate and the dogs were all gone for the weekend and I was having my friends Andrea and Dave over for dinner. I just washed up some dishes and had gone into my bedroom to change before they arrived and I heard this weird crash so I go back into the kitchen to check it out and I see one of the wine glasses rolling around in the middle of the floor. Let me just say that this wine glass was in the dish rack in the middle of the counter. It's not like it was perched precariously on the edge of the counter or anything ballsy like that. It was in the rack in the middle of the counter. I have no explanation except that some invisible person shimmied up my balcony, came in the back door, threw it on the ground, and then ran away. The weird thing is that this glass didn't even break, and we all know that they're the easiest things in the world to smash. Unexplained mystery, I know.

Also, for some strange reason, I felt like the worst human being in the world because I smashed a spider with my windshield wipers today. It was a complete accident. Anyone who knows me will tell you that I always take the little guys outside and set them free. I thought this one was big enough to just be pushed off my windshield and be sent on his way, but no. I smashed his little body and smeared it all over my window. And I was sad and I felt like a jerk.

I don't think I'm ready to go to sleep yet, so... I'll probably post something else before I go to bed. I could just keep writing this post, but then we have another ridiculously long thing on our hands again and I don't want to do that to you.

Toodles!
Miss Georgia