It's Martini Time~!

I've been having a series of weird dreams lately. All involving a single member of my family, a single member of my estranged family, some symbol for violence, and references to drugs.

I'm begining to worry, because I'm pretty sure the seasonal madness is upon me, and I'm not sure if I can stave it off. The dreams certainly don't reinforce my faith in myself, especially since very recently I almost never remembered my dreams.

So yesterday I had two dreams, but only one remains clear. I was talking to my brother (cool guy) and my father (estranged), and I was trying to make peace between the two of them. Then it broke down to a gunfight, only the guns didn't work (they were both dissapointed) and then I was at my mother's house and they were gone.

This morning, I dreamt that I was in an apartment that I don't really recognize, and someone else was there (can't remember who, now), and we were talking about a giant spider on the patio. I hate spiders. My father's wife's son was beating the spider with a shovel for some reason.

I think the dreams mean something, even if it's just a subtle expression of my psyche. I think it would be helpful to grasp them. But I'm lost as to what they really mean....

Hard drinking last night. I think I pretty much drank an entire bottle of bacardi 151 by myself once we did the tally. Woke up still drunk, which let me dodge the hangover (I thought).

Attack of depression. Found out that one of my childhood friends died in Iraq just recently.

Ah, Kenneth.

Hahaha! Google is going to integrate with Blogger! ...but I missed out on my window to sign up for the beta (idiotic on my part). Oh well.

Yeah, I'm a Google fanboy, what about it?

Anyway.

Christmas is over, and it was wonderful. My family was great, my brother and I teamed up (brothers in poverty!) and got my mom something nice for the holiday. I got POWER tools, and gift certificates beyond my wildest dreams. :D

Um. My fanfiction seems to be going well?

Damn. I had a whole lot of plans for things to blog about, but when it comes time to post, I got nothing. I'm drunk, but not enough to impair my spelling (I hope), but I've always been good at holding my liqour. With one exception -- and that's why I don't drink Jager anymore. Foul stuff.

Well, work's been slow, which is fine by me -- I get to go home early. :3

That's about it.

Today was a good day at work. Wednesdays are our busy days, which is why on Wednesday, I didn't do much of anything but get home and plotz. I mean, I went to my mother's first, and she gave me an awesome dinner -- pizza and buffalo wings (poor, extinct winged buffalo! Their own fault for being so delicious, though) and we talked to Bob for a while.

I also got brownies.

Hmm. I remember a writing exercise that would allow me to write more detailed blog entries, but for the moment there's not enough momentous enough to neccessitate such a thing. But I think I'll try the firefox upgrade that spellchecks text entry fields for you. I don't like negotiating with blogger's interface, and writing my posts up in Word before taking them in for posting doesn't really cheer me.

On the whole, things are going well. I get paid tomorrow, and if I don't get a DS for christmas, will attempt to save up, since everyone else has one. Bastards.

It's been a while. We just got the internet back a few days ago, and I'm surprised at how much I missed it.

It's like an old friend, or coming home.

Well, I'm back. There's not much to relate, except that things are going well.

Going back to the trip, though, the trip was stellar. Not Vegas, but quite enjoyable, got to enjoy the fresh air, the friendly family.... Got to enjoy my auntie Sharon's hospitality, and she is an awe-inspiring cook. She did a fabulous job of Thanksgiving dinner -- the best I'd had in a long time.

The meal topped Vegas entirely -- except maybe the trip to Alex's, which was kind of difficult to top. Too formal, though, so I can't complain.

Anyway, probably my favorite part of the trip was the day after Thanksgiving, which was more-or-less an 'idle' day. We just hung out at auntie Sharon and Uncle Kev's place, and watched a few movies, chatted, smoked, and drank. It was very relaxed, and I think my favorite part of it was when I realized that it was the busiest shopping day of the year (supposedly), and auntie Sharon hadn't even bothered to get out of her pajamas.

Very tranquil, very mellow. I loved it.

Mm. I feel surprisingly lucid. I hope this doesn't presage some sort of collapse or snap.

Ahm.... On Saturday, we're having an employee christmas party. I think they called it a christmas party, not a holiday party. I'm not sure. Anyway, it's at a bar, and neither myself nor Nadine are working, so she challenged me to get drunk. She also suggested that Tanya might be drinking, too. Hey, just the thing after a hard week -- getting drunk with coworkers. I think it'll be fun. :)