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I've sidestepped the coffee habit for so long that this cup of folgers tastes good to the last drop or like the best part of waking up or something of similar likeness and shit. It has also amplified my enthusiasm for multitasking and the contigency to fill this perpetual void with nonsense and exaggeration. It's three a.m. Time lies when you're having fun. I thought about going outside to take shots of the freshly fallen snow on the campus scenery...but it's cold and Third Watch just came on. So very very cold. And Simon & Simon comes on next. And then Twin Peaks. Early a.m. television has become a means to wile away the hours on the worktime clock (aside from worktime work of course).

I had a dream yesterday evening that I was at work and waking up from a nap. I couldn't move or fully open my eyes, and I began to panic as it seemed that we were under attack (I had been looking at pictures of the battle on Hoth and specifically at-at's before I went to bed, so somehow that made sense.) I tried calling out, but my voice was stuck in my throat and I could only make a low guttural sound. My eyes half-open perceived a fire in the distance as a red glow inhabited the adjacent room. I continued trying to call for help and emitting the same constrained low groan while feeling paralyzed as I couldn't raise my head. I finally called out loud enough to wake myself up and realized that I was asleep in my bed instead of a computer chair at work. The "fire" was from the Christmas lights that I have strewn decoratively in my living room. I was a little freaked the fuck out, but my dreams are often bizarre or deluding. Two days ago I had a dream that I had travelled to the California coast. Large grey waves were tossing flotsam about and leaving the concrete shore awash with trash. I can only remember the remains quite vaguely, but in waking I was left with the disturbing memory that I had killed a cat for my grandparents because they asked me to. That bothers me.

The season has wound down at the golf course, but they've still got me baby-sitting the place for a few hours several days a week and selling memberships for next year. I'm ready for the winter closing and my ten day holiday vacation from the university. I'm excited about spending time over the holidays with doober (eidora), but I'm excited enough just to see her on Friday. The last two months since that first candid phone call have passed with fervor and appreciation, as I've been gifted with someone who has an unequivocal influence on me. Every day is special. It's blatant that I become a stupefied shitwit (even more so...I beat you to it) when I think about her.

I made a new icon. Simon and Simon just ended.

"Fire walk with me..."
"GRAND THEFT AUTO...
The log lady stole my truck!"

I've gotta watch this series again from the beginning.