confused

[dragonlady7]

slept so poorly last night i passed out today.
woke several times to various events-- totally disoriented-- phone ringing, took a message, can't remember whether it really happened... doorbell rang, ups had left a package for dave, opened side door and the ups guy wasn't there so i ran to the front door and saw ups leaving and was all upset, but then went back to side door and realized they'd left the package and i hadn't noticed it there-- fuzzily remembered that he had told me to open any package that arrived, to check on it, wondered what package expected-- camera not coming until next week(?), hadn't ordered anything else-- so disorientedly stumbled around the house, looking for scissors, found them, opened package-- Dave had bought two DVDs, the first two DVDs we actually own: Tampopo and The Price of Milk-- both movies we've rented and coincidentally both loved though i dunno what he saw in PoM because I was mostly there for Karl Urban's ass-- and New Zealand scenery, how lovely-- we watched that thing like five times before returning it and i love the soundtrack, and the naked-milk-wrestling scene--
dreamed that dave's cousin had come over to drop off mail, not sure whether she came or not, but thought probably not-- i had been in a sea-foam green/blue kitchen with weird counters, and as far as i know there is no such kitchen (though counters like that are in our basement)...
got up and am trying to deal with the world, and the surreality continues.
his cousin really did come over to drop off some mail, which was nice. The sun also came out, adding to my disorientation-- I haven't seen that big white ball in the blue thing in days now, and when did that happen?
So i have returned to my desk, seeking sanctuary, hoping to organize my thoughts.
The desk is a shambles, covered in things I have flung out of boxes because they struck me as being vaguely "desk"-y -- office supplies, notes, books, stuffed woolly mammoths--
Among the artifacts upon the desk I found a very small notepad made of scrap paper. I carried it around in my purse for a while, months ago. So it had some notes in it. One was a list of things to put in a care package for my sister when she started college. That was a while ago.

But there was also a little sheet almost entirely filled with the following note, in an exceptionally messy version of my handwriting (distinctively spidery, if you've never seen it), in blue ball-point pen such as the one I carried in my purse around that time.
It reads, inscrutably,

' dave wouldn't make out with me-- said only if Barry White or Marvin (scribble) Gaye. I told him they were both dead, & you were alive, & we should take advantage of the moment, but he still said no.

adding to the inscrutability (what on earth was I doing with those pronouns?) is the fact that the phrase 'to Nova Scotia' (I am not sure, the handwriting is bad-- it might say 'Nora Scotier') is written between the line that says 'make out with me' and the next line, where it says 'Barry White'.

Huh?

This is not helping me collect myself for the task of making dinner. I think I ought to have either slept a shorter time or a longer one. Dave studied that in psychology-- sleep is in three-hour cycles, I guess, so if you sleep less than three or six or nine hours (roughly-- it's often a little shorter, so an 8 hour span is enough for three sleep cycles for most people), you end up being really disoriented.

Well, I am. I've been awake an hour and a half now and still have no freaking clue what is going on. I am going to ask Dave about that note but I know damn well he'll have no idea either.

My life is so damn weird... but it's not even interesting. That, my friends, is cruel irony.

Also, the fact that i have indigestion and am hungry at the same time. Yes! apparently i have simultaneously eaten both too much and too little. Y'know... I dunno.