I learnt something new today, because I was all, “I had twelve discrete dreams last night” Nikki was like, “Don’t you mean distinct” and I was all “I KNOW WHAT I SAID” and anyway the something I learnt was that the discrete I meant and the discreet she thought I meant are spelled differently, which you know because I just spelled them, but I didn’t know because I was saying them and I can’t see sounds NOW CAN I, INTERNET?
One of these dreams, by the way, was that stupid thing where I dream I wake up and go to the bathroom, then I wake up and go to the bathroom, but that’s a dream, so I wake up and go to the bathroom, which is a dream… and you see how this is going. I was pretty annoyed. In one iteration, possibly the reality but who even knows, I was ranting to myself, like, “I could be fighting Flying Battle Slugs high above Mega Tokyo with my Rainbow Gun, but no, I’m stuck in a loop of the most mundane thing I do.” My subconscious is such a tease, some days. Why introduce Flying Battle Slugs and not develop them?
Mom came up yesterday with sister-in-law Brittany and cute nephews Tyler and Gabe. I got to eat out at a decent place in the first time in forever, which was fun. I don’t have the stuff to cook properly for myself, so it’s been a lot of peanut butter sanwiches and spaghetti, supplemented by apples and granola bars. I need to make peace with getting groceries on days other than Tuesday, or I will get rickets. Oh! I switched to that “good” peanut butter, the kind that’s just peanuts. I’m still waiting for it to stop tasting like death. My big problem, really, is spreadability. It doesn’t spread! Bread is ripped, words are said, war crimes are committed.