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oops

I worry about myself sometimes...

I left work a little early to pick up the school credit card.

There was a note on the district office door to ring the doorbell and stand with your ID showing, and call if no one comes. I pushed the big glass circle, I pressed the box below the circle. Neither felt pushable, but I tried. Nothing happened.

I called. I spoke to someone who wasn't there who called someone to let me in.

Then I noticed a very obvious round circle beneath the the glass circle. Clearly the doorbell.

The woman who came to the door asked why I didn't push the buzzer. The woman who gave me the credit card asked. I just said I don't know what happened, I tried pushing it. Which is true. I didn't feel like I needed to explain that I pressed the lens and a random box

Oh, oops? 😂

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Ugh

I'm still a little sore from the not-an-accident yesterday. I can't imagine what an actual accident must feel like.

I've wasted too much time looking up other cases of automatic braking braking unnecessarily. The internet is full of anecdata on it.

Anyway, my already long following distances are getting longer because I'm worried about other people's cars getting confronted with fluttering objects and stopping. Which probably means more people will cut in front of me. Whatever.

I'm kind of surprised how much this has gotten to me. Sigh.

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So

Remember how on Friday an actual car pulled in front of me and I had to slam on the brakes and the automatic braking system was all meh?

This morning, a small yellow plastic bag fluttered in front of my car, the auto braking started beeping, and the brakes slammed so hard that my things flew everywhere, coffee spilled, the Jeep behind me nearly rear ended me, and flung me forward enough that my hip, back, and shoulder hurt. I was so flustered with the force and the beeps from the car and all the cars beeping at me that I couldn't even figure out how to make the car move for a few moments.

I'm seriously considering trading it in for a ten to fifteen year old car. Except I also don't want ten to fifteen year old car issues. That's why I got this car.

Anyway, it was a long day and I'm happy to be home and still have the heating pad on my still sore shoulder.

The first thing I did when I got in my car on the way home was turn the auto braking off. I don't think I'd feel safe in a car with it again.

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weekends

Weekend...

My only goal this weekend was to look for my missing car charger, which should be in my car. I didn't. It was a very relaxing weekend!

Too short though. The last two were three day weekends, as all weekends should be.

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do i need a crossword tag?

I think...

I think I got a new best time on the Sunday crossword, 16:36. Once it glitched and I got a time of 14:53, but that puzzle was probably half an hour. Last week, I finished in 14 something, but it took three minutes to find a typo.

I don't play Wednesday through Sunday for speed, but I do try for a new best time if it's going quickly. I'd really like to get a real best time for Sunday though!

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Huh

I nearly got into an accident on my way home from work. I was turning left onto a side street with a green arrow. One car was ahead of me. An idiot red car on the opposite side of the intersection decided to turn right and went between me and the other car. I slammed my brakes and hit the horn so hard I could still feel the pressure in my hand ten minutes later. I'm lucky no one was behind me.

My car didn't yell at me that there was an obstacle in the way. Huh.

Current Mood: amused
Current Location: dining room table
Current Music: suspicious silence

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That was weird

There was a lot going on, but the focus of the dream - or the last part that I remember better than the rest - was that someone I had three boobs. I think by the end I had five going on, but we'll just talk about my sudden discovery of three. I guess I had noticed in the mirror that one was bigger than the other - which happens - but upon examination, I had a third one just tucked under. This sent me into something of an alarming spin because how do you just get a third one without noticing? And I was 100% certain I hadn't been born with three. I looked through photo albums of when I was a baby - looking for those just-in-a-diaper pics to make sure "Yep, only two nips".

So clearly an additional boob had to grow later and as I cuddled an infant Edward, I contemplated that maybe pregnancy hormones would make the body go total wackadoddle and sprout a third. But you'd think I'd notice at some point, right?

At some point in the dream I showed mom and she's like "Huh, well." and she knew what the only answer was and how I was going to pay for it. At my crestfallen demeanor she's like "OH, I'll help, but" which only made it a little better and then she started talking about some diagnosis she had and that it didn't come up until later in life and that spun me talking the fact that maybe the reason I have short little T-rex arms and Corgi legs is because of Ehlers Danlos syndrome. The dream spun out of existance at that point.

I'm pretty sure my dream self brougth up EDS only because I had been reading about it the other day.

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As an extra suddenly remembered - I dreamed I flew a few days ago. Like Peter Pan type of flying. I haven't dreamed that in a long long time. Someone - Freud probably - states that flying represents sex and when you start having it in real life, you don't dream of flying any more. Ha ha, Freud, take that. Weirdo. The dream is half-remembered, but it was nice to fly again.

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Boo

Stupid little cold or whatever I have. It's been low level, I thought I was getting over it most of the week, and I am, but it's a little less low level than it was. I've had a whiny 2026 so far.

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work

Temperature

The temperature at work continues to be awful. After the last few days being in the 50s inside, today the heat came on and heated it to 73. 73 isn't bad, but the amount of blowing heat to take it from 55 to 73 is awful. At least I have a fan.

Hopefully tomorrow will be tolerable

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1930s blue print lawn dress

Hat!

My 30s hat came today and it's perfect! I think it's new old stock. Now to start thinking about making the dress...

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yawn

I feel better today than yesterday, but I definitely don't feel great. I'm glad it happened on a three day weekend. Work tomorrow will be fine. And if not, I'll go home.

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yawn

I hope I'm not coming down with something. I don't feel great and I've napped twice today. I'm so glad it's a three day weekend!

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1930s blue print lawn dress

Fabric!

The fabric arrived for my 30s dress. It's perfect! Now I should probably glue the pattern together. Ugh.

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the current state of the world

Fight Fascism Fridays

I went to my second of the biweekly protests Indivisible is hosting today.

A teacher friend texted me that one of her neighbors yelled at her landscaper. She didn't hear, but thinks it was about him not belonging here. He was in tears. How can people be so awful?

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1930s blue print lawn dress

30s...

I've ordered Liberty lawn for a 30s dress. Probably for Sunday at Costume College. I ordered a PDF pattern that I thought came in large format, but didn't, so I have a puzzle to put together. Anyway, it should be fun!

Current Mood: curious
Current Location: dining room table
Current Music: Working for a Living by Huey Lewis & the News

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Collections suddenly remembered

Almost a week ago I dreamed Xander and I was talking. That was a strange occurance - us talking and Xander being there. Daylight, also a rare occurance. I haven't dreamed Xander since he was a baby and I was going through the horrors post-partum. Anyway - he was talking to me as if I was a friend and not a parent. He asked me something terrible innapropriate and rather than be appalled, my Dream Self was like "Maybe, wait until everyone leaves" because I guess we were in a crowd. I don't know what brought that on.

A few days after that I dreamed of being in a group of girls, like one of the girls was my friend and she brought me along with her other group of friends. I needed to be on good behavior, so as not to get my friend in trouble for bringing trouble, and it was clear that the group was run by a Mean Girl. No matter what joke I said, what conversational bit I dropped in, what story I told, Mean Girl would get that look on her face like she stepped in something gross and just shut down anything I did. I recognized it for what it was, that for some reason I was now the scape goat of the group and she was going to mold public opinion against me. I didn't get a chance to leave or ask the Mean Girl WTF, but it was clear I needed to ditch this group of people and peace out.

Two days ago I dreamed of Xander again, and again we were in a crowd - but they were sitting rather than standing. I guess it was some sort of graduation ceremony? A party? Anyway, he had a pen and paper and crouching down near people and they were giving him....poems? Advice? For some reason the theme was 1920 because Gary Oldman (sitting towards the back and dressed in the manner of that run way show he and a bunch of other actors did) said "1920s? Black and white, Xander. Black and white." Xander just looked at me like "rly?" and put his pen/paper down. I indicated that he should write it down, that it was something worth keeping. It was probably insightful advice coming from Oldman, you just had to dwell on it. Xander clearly thought it dumb.

The other night I dreamed Epona wanted me to be her witness wingman to something going down. She had asked for mediation about something and when we got there, she didn't say a single thing. Just stoned face the entire time. I'm not even sure who was mediating, but as the blathering went on from the other group of women, it was clear they were just digging themselves holes as Mean Girls and totally in the wrong. Eventually we just left because our presence wasn't necessary for resolution to the situation. As we got outside (in the daylight, which is notable) I was like "What the hell was that all about?!" and she was about to explain it to me, when I woke up.

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So I emailed Epona like "Ha ha, we're hunting down mean ass bitches in the Dreamtime!" and then she revealed the mean ass bitch she's dealing with now.

I wish if I was Dreaming True again, I could see the end of fascims, my next super novel, the existance of aliens, or the goddamn lotto numbers.