Today Is Sucking Horribly
Sep. 10th, 2007 11:23 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tanarillTrenchcoat, please be on later. I want to talk to you.
I had dreams last night. I can’t quite remember what they were, but I know I had them. At least one involved me explaining that the square mile bounded by Nine Mile to the South, Ten Mile to the North, Greenfield to the East, and Coolidge to the West used to be a very Jewish neighborhood. (This is true; twenty years ago, half the neighborhood was Jewish. These days, the ghetto* is slowly growing North of Eight Mile.)
I also remember that some part of the dream was welcoming some Japanese businessman and his wife. They spoke very good English, and my Japanese was terrible. Then myself and the wife went off to go make a bed . . . there was a whole shelf of Shonen Jump back issues in the bedroom, which I pointed out to my randomly appearing brother.
Is there such a thing as a research degree? I don’t think so, but somebody had one.
And I kept waking up, going “it’s too early,” rolling over, and going to back to sleep. I don’t know why. I hate it when I get interrupted sleep like that, it means my REM cycle is disturbed [senses a disturbance in the Force]
On the plus side, if I sleep with the window open I can also sleep with two blankets. I can’t stand the feeling of not being under when I sleep, which means even when it’s stupid-hot in the summer I’m still under at least one full blanket. Not sheet. Blanket. In the winter, I get up to as many as four. So I’m happy that it’s cooling off. It still smells like summer, but I like short days and leaf mold and being exhausted from raking, and I now know that Autumn is coming . . .
*Other cities, like Chicago and St. Louis, have ghettos, urban where you don't go at night unless you're packing. Detroit . . . does not have a ghetto. Detroit, the entire thing South of the famous Eight Mile and East of John R, is a ghetto.
I had dreams last night. I can’t quite remember what they were, but I know I had them. At least one involved me explaining that the square mile bounded by Nine Mile to the South, Ten Mile to the North, Greenfield to the East, and Coolidge to the West used to be a very Jewish neighborhood. (This is true; twenty years ago, half the neighborhood was Jewish. These days, the ghetto* is slowly growing North of Eight Mile.)
I also remember that some part of the dream was welcoming some Japanese businessman and his wife. They spoke very good English, and my Japanese was terrible. Then myself and the wife went off to go make a bed . . . there was a whole shelf of Shonen Jump back issues in the bedroom, which I pointed out to my randomly appearing brother.
Is there such a thing as a research degree? I don’t think so, but somebody had one.
And I kept waking up, going “it’s too early,” rolling over, and going to back to sleep. I don’t know why. I hate it when I get interrupted sleep like that, it means my REM cycle is disturbed [senses a disturbance in the Force]
On the plus side, if I sleep with the window open I can also sleep with two blankets. I can’t stand the feeling of not being under when I sleep, which means even when it’s stupid-hot in the summer I’m still under at least one full blanket. Not sheet. Blanket. In the winter, I get up to as many as four. So I’m happy that it’s cooling off. It still smells like summer, but I like short days and leaf mold and being exhausted from raking, and I now know that Autumn is coming . . .
*Other cities, like Chicago and St. Louis, have ghettos, urban where you don't go at night unless you're packing. Detroit . . . does not have a ghetto. Detroit, the entire thing South of the famous Eight Mile and East of John R, is a ghetto.
