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xiphiasI've been sleeping weird, with nightmares and other weird dreams that aren't nightmares but still have that same strange nightmarish quality. I dreamt that I got fired from the Harvard Club, and they wouldn't tell me why. I dreamed that I was at either a stage play or an episode filming of something that was either Star Trek, Firefly, or one of Tamora Pierce's books about Kel. Yeah, two of those are space science fiction, and one is fantasy. It was weird. Especially when Lord Wyldon, Owen, and Inara wiped out a squad of Klingons. And maybe Vogons. Look, it was a weird dream, okay?
Then I double-checked old emails, and realized that something I was looking forward to for this weekend actually happened LAST weekend -- oh well. That sucks.
My mother called yesterday and asked if we wanted to go out and see the Chassidic reggae rapper with her and Dad. Which I do, but another friend is having singing at his house at the same time, and I think I want to go to that.
This weekend is the American Library Association Midwinter conference, and Lis has an exhibit hall pass. She's hoping to score a Jane Austen bobblehead from one of the booths there.
No Hebrew School this weekend; instead, there's Shabbat Together, which is what they do to try to encourage families in the Hebrew School to go to services. Relatively few of the Hebrew School families actually go to services, and we'd really like them to, at least a couple times a year, so every once in a while, they cancel Hebrew School, because some families really are only willing to do one thing a weekend at the school, so we'd like it occasionally to be shul.
Next weekend is Arisia.
I'm still feeling foggy, brainfried, and dreamlike. Given that my real life isn't significantly less surreal than the dream about Star Trek et al, it's hard to wake up sometimes.
Then I double-checked old emails, and realized that something I was looking forward to for this weekend actually happened LAST weekend -- oh well. That sucks.
My mother called yesterday and asked if we wanted to go out and see the Chassidic reggae rapper with her and Dad. Which I do, but another friend is having singing at his house at the same time, and I think I want to go to that.
This weekend is the American Library Association Midwinter conference, and Lis has an exhibit hall pass. She's hoping to score a Jane Austen bobblehead from one of the booths there.
No Hebrew School this weekend; instead, there's Shabbat Together, which is what they do to try to encourage families in the Hebrew School to go to services. Relatively few of the Hebrew School families actually go to services, and we'd really like them to, at least a couple times a year, so every once in a while, they cancel Hebrew School, because some families really are only willing to do one thing a weekend at the school, so we'd like it occasionally to be shul.
Next weekend is Arisia.
I'm still feeling foggy, brainfried, and dreamlike. Given that my real life isn't significantly less surreal than the dream about Star Trek et al, it's hard to wake up sometimes.
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Date: 2005-01-14 04:58 pm (UTC)