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This morning I was dreaming of socks. On some level I knew I’d have to get up before long and make my way downstairs to fetch the laundry. But, in my dream, untold horrors blocked the way between me…and the clean socks. I was relieved when the little man woke me up and flung himself on top of me for a good morning hug (until I realized how achey and tired my body already was). But dreaming of socks? I need a little more excitement in my life.

Yesterday morning the little man’s school bus pulled up to the stop and was followed in by a cop. Who proceeded to chew out the driver about something. That’s not the kind of excitement I was thinking of. I do hope my son is being conveyed to and from his school in a safe manner.

My Rebel’s camera battery is dead and the replacement battery and charger are nowhere to be found. Maybe they’re having a good time together and mocking me behind my back. Turncoats. If I buy replacements I just know the missing items will turn up immediately afterwards. And no, I will not resort to praying to Saint Anthony on this one. In the mean time I’ve snapped off a few shots with my old Olympus. Taking photos scratches an itch. Not taking photos leaves me feeling itchy. No one wants an itchy Sharyn.

365 Penguins

Bonus: It’s nice to know I’m not the only person who sometimes shouts in their sleep.
Plus: I watched the preview for Paprika, a movie about dreams and virtual reality. Can’t wait for its release (in May). It brought to mind Second Life, which isn’t nearly so elegant or visually stunning. Though it is way more compelling than World of Warcraft (to me). And I could even see myself getting hooked. But its seedy underbelly is too much of a turnoff. That, and the chunky looking graphics. It’s so Max Headroom. Give me anime any day.
And: Being attacked by comment spam again. This aggression will not stand! Maybe some fiddling with the filters is in order. Sigh.

3 Comments

  1. emily wrote:

    If you need to, though, you can resort to asking me to ask my Man’s mom to pray to Saint Anthony. Her and The Old Man Upstairs are like [linking fingers together] this. Anything I’ve lost that she’s prayed to Saint Anthony for me has been found. Except, of course, my Faith.

    That’s so weird that you dreamt about socks last night. I was assaulted by my own socks all morning (consult the blog). Bastards!

    Thursday, March 1, 2007 at 4:10 pm | Permalink
  2. Heh. That’s tempting. The last couple of days I’ve been shooting with my beloved old camera, but it feels like a little toy.

    Friday, March 2, 2007 at 10:59 am | Permalink
  3. Jody wrote:

    sock-dreams.comhttp://www.sock-dreams.com/_shop/edit/index.php

    Best socks ever!!!

    Wednesday, March 7, 2007 at 1:04 pm | Permalink

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