*yawn*

So I finally gave in and took the Ambien around 5PM. Twelve blissful hours of sleep! Not four, not sixteen. Twelve. I'll be happy if I can get that down to 9 hours, evenly spaced and from like midnight to 9AM. But for the moment I feel well-rested. Little N-cat curled up with me all evening, eventually taking over the bed, which is the way he operates.

I keep having this recurring dream... not about people or an event, but about a specific place. Sort of an amalgam of various cities I've been to and various hotels I've stayed in. In the dreams, I can remember other dreams I've had about staying there, involving various people, and I can use that information to navigate and choose which shops to go to and such. It's odd. Sometimes I remember variations on this dream through my dreaming, which I had quite forgotten when awake. It's not even usually an anxiety dream... it doesn't stress me out. I just bum around the city with whoever I happen to be hanging around at that time. I can't figure it out.

In other news, though I did get mail from the company, the purse I ordered still hasn't arrived. They say I should have it by now. I have felt wary from the beginning... if I don't receive it by Monday I'm going to try to do something about it.

to LJ user Flammable, who has replies set friends-only:

Hi. Nothing personal, but you're using my icon, and I wish you wouldn't. I did not create the image, but I did crop it and make it into an icon, and I can tell it is a copy of mine rather than someone else's own work because it is slightly unevenly cropped in the same way that mine is (there is more disco ball on one side than the other). Please find a different icon to use. If you need help finding one, my friend rachel makes a ton - she has an icon site that you can go to - and would probably be happy to make one for you. just not my blythe doll icon, please - it has been my default icon since i started on LJ in early september 2000, and it's really not nice to steal other ppl's icons. thanks!

[note to everyone else: this irritates me.]

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Blah. I'm tired. Have an unfulfilled craving for broccoli-cheese soup. So sad. Just bought spinach/artichoke/cheese dip at the grocery store, which might help.

Spent all day waiting for this appliance-repair guy to come. It looks like we might be getting a new dishwasher. He had to look at the refrigerator, dishwasher, and clothes washing machine. He also managed to unbalance the clothes washer, which is upsetting 'cause it means that either my mom or me is going to have to mess up her back (that is, the back of whoever chooses to lift it while the other person puts the little block back underneath).

By the time he finally got here and did his business and left, I was too tired to go to the movies. I got ready to go out but realised it was unrealistic to think that I could sit through anything, especially on a weekend during which the theaters are certain to be crowded. I finished packing up a box that I owe someone (who knows who she is), so now it is completely ready to mail. I also watched part of River's Edge, which I haven't seen in ten years or so. Hm.

I tried to accustom my cat to his little house-bed that looks like a giant strawberry, but the entrance is too small and he doesn't like it and won't go all the way in. He would stick his head and shoulders in to get at the catnip I'd put into it, and balk at going any further. I'm glad I didn't pay full price for the thing.

So I went to WalMart to look for curtain rods for my room. What passes for curtain rods in there now is highly questionable - we're talking about one rod that isn't really wide enough for the window in question, "faked" with a dowel in the middle which only works 'cause I have tulle wound around and around it and draped down the sides of the window. The other set of windows has a sheet tacked over them, with thumbtacks), and no curtain rod at all. I just want to get some kind of cafe rod onto which I can stick tab-tops, so that if my mom decides to sell the house, prospective buyers aren't horrified by my teenage attempts at window-dressing. At any rate, I failed miserably in this attempt... most of the decorative rods, in colors I would actually want, were sold out, as were the little curtain clips (which allow you to easily make a curtain out of any sort of fabric, and even hang the curtain from things other than a rod). Well, I'm getting lost in minutiae, but I think I've made my point.

After that, popped over to Pier One to check what their curtain rods go for. Not all that more expensive than WalMart's decorative selections... I should look at Home Depot or Lowe's or something). Then I went to the bookstore, ate something I ought not have eaten (turtle cheesecake), skimmed a few books, and left with a hot Greek guy named Herodotus. (Penguin's edition of Histories... supahstahhhh.)

Then I conceived an unholy craving for broccoli and cheese soup, and so we come full circle, drawing this action-packed yet curiously dull entry to a close.