urgh

[dragonlady7]

I had an absolutely awful weird dream, in which many things were going on (including that I lived in some sort of indoor complex that had a parking lot just outside my kitchen, but all inside a building). I think Fiona was there too. Alexander was there, my fish, and he was very sick again, and this time his scales were sticking out in rings, and even falling off and scattering in little blue bits like dragon scales in a children's book. He leapt out of his bowl and was running away from me, and I couldn't catch him because he was fast and kept hiding under things. I remember bellowing in frustration for Fiona to come help me, which is how I remember that she was in the dream.
So I woke up annoyed and sickened, and then realized it was just a dream. I'm out on the porch with my computer now. I like it-- I like having the computer out here, but it's, well, the porch doesn't really lock, and isn't very secure. So I sometimes worry that my computer's been stolen in the middle of the night. And given that our backup server has been down for several weeks for dust removal (as it doesn't have a case), if my computer were stolen, maybe the homeowner's insurance would cover a replacement, but I'd have lost several weeks of data. So that's another little nightmare. We're shockingly careless about locking our doors, but I think my creeping paranoia may take over now and convince me to at least lock the porch door.

I hear church bells, which probably shouldn't surprise me-- it's seven a.m. and i think the nunnery over by the park has their weekday masses then. I've just never been out here to hear the bells.

Mulched the garden using cedar mulch, and am inwardly phobic that it's going to magically kill all the plants and so I should've just done a test area first. From the window, all looks fine.

Have to work 9:30 today. And after work, I've promised to take publicity photos of a friend's band, but said friend is very, very bad at actually being in touch with me, so I've no idea when or where or if such a thing is actually going to happen. I told him very specifically that I am not a professional photographer, which is why I'll do it for miniscule amounts of money, and so they had better have something in mind, as I don't really even know what sort of thing they want of me-- but I have absolute faith that they will not have thought about it really, and won't be ready for me, and will expect me to tell them what to do, and then will be pissed when the photos are not what they expected since they didn't tell me what they expected. All in all it should be a fun evening.

Urgh, Al is okay this morning but a little spikiness still remains in his scales-- ugh it was a horrible dream and I keep seeing little blue scales scattering in my mind's eye. Bleurgh. Why can't I have a vivid imagination about things I want to see?

I don't want to go to work, I want to sit here by myself and write more. I got a bunch of absolutely lovely comments on the latest installment of the gay elven angst-fest (I'm posting it on treigylgweith as is my usual practice with alpha drafts now) and I wish I knew where I was going with the thing, but I don't have any good writing time nowadays. Maybe the Club will cooperate this week and let me get something done... I tried last night, but Dave was here and being a lovely companion and also being bored and looking over my shoulder at the computer screen (which is perfectly reasonable of him; I do the same to him), so I really couldn't get into it. Don't expect I'd've been able to write much anyway. I don't know yet where I'm going with it and I need some time to do my usual bunch of mediocre false starts.