The Dream Fairy Gets Mischievous

I slept for a good amount of time last night, and I felt nicely rested when I achieved, what I have continued to believe for years, consciousness. I can sometimes see why Descartes couldn't tell the difference.

However, my beef lies with my dream fairy. She's become a bit catty.

All night, I dreamed of an ex-boyfriend. And his new girlfriend. Of course, it wasn't a real girlfriend. He was dating an actress I had seen in the old Highlander shows. Now, I haven't seen any Highlander episodes in a while, but this ex boyfriend and I do share a love of that series. Funny how the brain works. So all night long, I tortured myself by interacting with this couple. I was on good terms with them, but deep down, it annoyed the stuffing out of me that he gave up on me and chose someone else.

It's nice to know that despite my ability to rationalize and repress my emotions in my waking state, my subconscious chooses to mock me with my insecurities in my dreams. Bitch.

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So here I am at work, with my bluetooth phone and laptop working swimmingly.

Here's an interesting note: I can't access gmail on gmail's site over 56k, but if I go to T-mobile, I can check my gmail there.

Livejournal is accessible, but sometimes it can overwhelm the bandwidth, too.

Work was moving along quite splendidly when my asset scan was eaten. Dammit. It takes an hour to anal retentively scan each piece of IT equipment. In the past, these scan guns have been quite reliable. But now, some pernicious evil is in the process somewhere. It took my asset scans and shot them straight to hell, with my mood along with it. Scanning is one of those manual tasks that bores the snot out of me, and henceforth makes me annoyed.

I can't spend my whole day here, so I'll rescan them tomorrow. Dammit.