Relapse - 3/12/2002

I was sound asleep in my room, current state of disorder, tv left on like I always do (yea, gotta love that Cali power crisis), C was at work....

And my dad walked in.

Strange. Because I knew he was dead. But regardless he walked right the fuck in. How he managed to make it from the door to the bed without tripping on something is beyond me, the path is very fine and not very straight, but I guess that's an advantage of being a dead guy. Super path navigation.

(I don't spent much time in the room, just to pass out for a few precious hours a night.... or morning, really..... so it never gets cleaned, I'm not in there to notice the mess...

Digressing.

Yes, I know, it's 8 fucking am and we haven't slept yet, are you expecting coherance?)

Anyway, advantage of being dead, super navigational skills. Too bad the crew of the Titanic could not find this fact out before the iceberg.

He had just returned from one of his business trips. These happened often. This one smelled like.... Europe..... maybe UK side.

He had a present for me (he also had another present, which I assumed was for mom, but there was no further clarification). The present was wrapped in yellow and pink and white/silver/light gray floral.

About now, I -really- have no doubts I am dreaming.

Floral?

Eh. So I'm handed the present, and he walks back out. Again, not tripping on anything. Those ghosts and their fancy footwork. Not to be a party pooper, I decide I should go outside and open the present so everybody else can see it (he didn't tell me not to, though I wonder if anything would have changed should I have stayed in bed....). It seems the present is now wrapped half in the floral paper and half inside out. I can see handwriting on it. It is from my cousins in..... Kansas.... I believe is where they live now.

Ho well.

Out I go. Quickly now. Completely skip the laundry room and find myself in the kitchen (C's and my room is technically the "mother in law suite" even if the mother in law seems to have the majority of the house).

Open present. Inside.... is a white zip up cardigan sweater.

Dry look inserts itself here.

But, playing along, I take the cardigan out of the box (cause ya gotta think outside the box). Instantly, before my very eyes and within my hot little hands..... the sweater shrinks to child sized and fantastically transmorgifies itself into a rubber dog chewtoy.

Yes indeed. You, too, can give your dog Mr. Rogers as a chewtoy.

It's for Nick. Aww. In the box there is also a single converse type shoe, black, white toe. Upon second number four of looking at it, it too, shapeshifts into a rubber chew toy.

So, uh, whatever the fuck that dream meant. It's the one I was suppsed to type about last Wed. Obviously my notes to selves become entries in themselves. Talked to Doc about it, don't even remember if we got anywhere. Maybe that's what we'll cover next session.

Good news though. After 3 weeks of not having my regular mail, I finally beat Outlook into submission and have regained access. This, of course, was a 3 am victory so very few I could share it with. Somehow, when attempting to defrag the computer there was some error, which was fixed by deleting files. It told me I was safe to delete files that had not been looked at in a week. So I pressed delete. It did not warn me files that had been looked at in the last week were in that folder. Hence, no email for three weeks. Went through the usual installation hell of ripping Office away and reinstalling everything to find it still does not work. Eventually upgraded MIE which somehow sacrificed the right chicken to appeal to the outlook grand poobahs...... and voilah. Email.

Found a little golden nugget waiting for me in email, it was from my Painting class prof:

I just saw that you said you did comics as well as drawing - I'm in the process of gathering AIO student work/examples for a humorous illustration course that I'm developing - do you have anything that may be along those lines? Animals would be great and that seems to be up your alley!

Which lead to my current 8am no sleep status. Been up all night either searching through the portfolio or creating new little works. Some ended up bordering on furry porn rather than humorous.... but hey, my animals are anatomically correct damn you!

You're just horny

I'm exhausted, of course I am. So he's a slightly well hung red fox in a slightly provacative position. So what..... still humorous *chuckle* Drew a little mad cat, then tackled a black panther of a friend's character...... and now am tempted to go do a female version to go along with that red fox.....

Why I'm so impressed with myself is that I'm drawing them out, then coloring them in photoshop. Which is something I really haven't done consistently before. Most of the "drawing" I've done in PShop has been black/white tribal designs. Never actually illustrating. It's fun, really. Even addicting. Hence.... I am still awake doing it.

All depending on whether or not I open another coke, and stay up until I finish it because I hate wasting them, can't stand flat coke, and I'm poor..... or wander to bed and attempt passing out. Course.... DS just woke up.... so I have someone to talk to.....