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Dream

9:14am CDT Wednesday 25 September 2002

(dream)

Driving a car around a block and needing to drop off Dude and Gene, but at first thinking that I couldn't go but to within a block of where they needed to be dropped off, but then I realized I could, so I turned left up this small driveway into a parking lot and dropped them off.

They had just helped me carry something in my car to somewhere or some shit like that.

- - - -

In a neighborhood street and up in a window of a two story house, a little girl was calling to me for attention. She and I didn't know each other, but she came running downstairs with her arms up like, "pick me up" so I did and I asked her name and she said "Cinderella" secretly and then "Mindy" as her real name but then went on to explain why she called herself Cinderella. I told her that I understood and she didn't have to explain it.

I did know her older sister, but didn't get a clear idea of who she was. Someone from my college days.

9:21am

I just realized that none of my dreams seem to go backward in time, like some movies (Momento) or even others that don't go entirely backwards, but somewhat backwards. Or maybe they do and I don't realize it.

crap

2:27pm CDT Wednesday 25 September 2002

I'm at fuckin' Kinko's in Memphis (yes, still thankful for free internet connection) but I'm feeling pissed that I can't seem to get anything done on this website I'm working on (spiritblueeagle.com). I need to fuckin' revamp how the files are being displayed in a fucked up way, but I can't seem to concentrate or anything remotely resembling something helpful toward that end.

Part of it may be that I have music blasting in my headhpones from my ever expanding mp3 collection, but usually that keeps me focused so I don't know what the fuck is up.

Have I forgotten how to concentrate on shit since I've been on vacation? Should I just give up and quit trying to fuck with this? Should I start from square one and redesign the whole fuckin' thing? That option keeps looking better and better each time I try to fuck with this shit, but I'm like dammm I don't really want to do that and risk fucking it all up worse. And another thing is that it's fucking hard as shit to piss around on this website because I don't have telnet access to it, only ftp, and that means I have to make my changes locally and then ftp them up, but the ftp connection times out at 300 seconds, so if I concentrate for more than 5 minutes on this bitch then I have to refucking log in and move to the correct directory which is minimum 15 keystrokes just to get to the directory I need to be in. Pissy pissy shit.

So I toyed with the idea of moving all the shit to my website, which means I'll have to keep track of a different set of changes to take into consideration the different directory structure on the two systems (/web/cgi-bin vs /home/rob/public_html/cgi-local) and that adds an extra layer of suckage to it.

Whine whine whine. I just want to get this shit fucking done so I don't have to fuck with it anymore. All I really got to do is make the shit simple for Kim to edit his own content on his website. And there's no real due date, so I have to make my own artificial deadline to get this shit done.

hannah

4:38pm CDT Wednesday 25 September 2002

Drove Hannah banana to her soccer game, as Lisa would otherwise have a tight schedule picking up Addie from school and taking Hannah. The game is "way out" in Bolton, wherever the heck that (this) is with soccer and football fields bordered by trees on one side and cotton fields on the other.

Light sprinkle of rain, so light that it's hardly noticeable, with only infrequent drops hitting my screen. Oh man I just realized I forgot to bring a jacket. Pooh. I hope I don't freeze too much. Maybe I'll .. oh wait I have my jacket in the car. Nevermind.

- - - -

They won the game 3 - 1. At the very end a girl from the other team hurt her neck severely enough to have an ambulance called for her. My blessing to her: "may this be her favorite story to tell her kids."

Hannah and I chatted a bit on the way up there and back. Good stuff.

three girls

11:42pm CDT Wednesday 25 September 2002

Tonight was hilarious fun with Lisa and her three girls all at home. Addie is the oldest, and the one I know least - she was on IM a lot tonight. Hannah, Julie, Lisa and I all played on the trampoline for quite some time, having the grandest greatest fun ever. Double bouncing each other, sharing stories of me and Fred double bouncing kittens when we were little, playing crack the egg and fry the bacon and double bouncing the baseball (not a hardball, but made of stiff foam) and singing Ants and Cheese, plus The Beaver Song and The Walrus Song, with Kris duly credited for it.

Lots and lots of laughter all through the evening, through dinner of quesadillas and music of a CD that Addie is burning for her friend's 16th birthday with Snoop Doggy Dogg, Michael Jackson, and many others and others.

Addie's least favorie and only and very simple job is to clear out the dishwasher each night. She hates it and would be willing to pay me five dollars per night to do it for her, if she only had that much money.

Hannah always forgets until the last minute to have her mom sign things so even after Lisa was all, "do you have anything for me to sign?" and Hannah was all "no" then later Hannah was all, "oh! I do have something for you to sign!" It was a paper used to indicate in what language the parents were literate. Basically Lisa had to sign to say she knows English.

Julie is the youngest and most enjoyed being double bounced on the trampoline. "Do it again! Do it again!" after she shrieked as I bounced her high enough off the trampoline for her to stand up. Excellent fun stuff!

I made a honey/feta/mozarella quesadilla and switched one sixth of it with a sixth of Addie's. It was the last one that she chose to eat, and she immediately noticed. Funny thing was that she didn't notice me doing the actual switch even though she was walking back to the table when I switched.

What an interestingly different life I may have had if only I had sisters growing up.