Network

I really hate unpacking.

Someone share with me the places that I must eat, and drink and go to the theater and all of that. Oh and tell me where absolutely not to go too.

That was..somewhat embarrassing. Got sent home for falling asleep at my desk. Didn't even realize I was tired at all. Guess I should just be grateful I don't snore.

So, who all has heard about this whole #cockinasock thing? Call me crazy, but I don't really get how it has anything to do testicular cancer awareness. I mean, you can't see any testicles. I have to admit though, I'd slightly tempted, but with my luck, someone at the station would see it and I'd get reprimanded or something. No, with my luck, my daughter would find it. Don't want that to happen either.

[Link is NSFW]

We had a productive day yesterday once we made camp. The ruins are fascinating. They date back centuries but there is evidence of occupation as recently as two hundred years ago, which is completely unexpected.

My primary goal is to understand the daily life of these people, but there have been some interesting artifacts. We're tagging everything because it needs to go to the Costa Rican people.

A common theme I'm seeing here are symbols. Faces really, most of them contorted in either mocking laughter or agony. They're not out in the open, most of them are hidden. And there are none in the local temple.

There was also a circular symbol carved into some of the pillars in the temple, but I've yet to decipher it's meaning.

Alright, I guess living at the shop all the time is bad. So. Since I know, like, no one - anyone want to just randomly meet up for coffee or something? I need to not be a hermit.

When I'm stressed, I dance. Which, I think, Alucard's in favor of. I think I'm taking a break from training for a couple days, I'm just too worn out.

That was an odd dream? I blame it on being ill! Whoever Mr. Boggins is, we ate all of his food, drank all of his ale, threw all of his dishes, and chatted about something to do with doors. That all happened with a lot of other friends and family there, and a very, very, very tall old wizard fellow with a stick and a pointy hat.

We were short compared to him. Maybe he put a spell on himself to make himself bigger? Although that's sort of unnecessary and rather inconvenient, considering he kept having to duck to go through the doorways.

Oh well. I must've had a fever while I was snoring away, trying to get over this cold or flu.

I'm sorry, Dani! I kept feeling under the weather so much that I've been coming in later than intended. I'll be in right on time, tomorrow!

Later Edit for Dani: I suppose I'll be getting dragged into the doctor's soon, so I'll bring a note if I need to be off work. Promise!

More dreams? Seriously?

My dream life as a cat just continues on. Apparently the idea that cats have nine lives is very true. Or maybe it's just because I'm a cursed cat, but I got hit by a BUS and lived. That was one of the freakiest things I've dreamed and these dreams are weird.

After getting hit by the bus the kids had to keep running from the witches, which lead us to this horrible 90's dance where the adults were. The witches took over the thing and sang a song and put everyone under their spell. These ladies are crazy.

But I did manage to find out that witches can be killed in a kiln in a high school. I feel like this is really useful life information to have. But I have a sneaking suspicion that this isn't the end of it despite us all retreating back to the family house.

Sometimes there just ain't enough alcohol.

I had the most amazing dreams last night.