Wake me up, John Hughes!
1) I woke up to the alarm. Walked on weary legs to the bathroom. Peed. Brushed teeth, and finger-combed hair. Washed face. Deodorant, perfume. Put on makeup. Put on clothes. Packed my lunch, walked out the door, drove to work, and as I was settling down to a nice cup of hot java in front of my computer…
…my alarm went off. For real. That first part there? A dream. I slapped at the alarm and sat on the edge of the bed. Was THIS a dream? Dammit. I’m exhausted from dreaming that I’m awake only to realize I’m dreaming. Lately my dreams have been extremely vivid and real-time, like I’ve been karmically sentenced to live out two lifetimes at once…one during the day and one at night. I’m getting too old for this shit.
2) I’m in 80s throwback mode. Yesterday I posted the “Sixteen Candles” clip, and since then, I’ve had lines from that movie, from “Ferris Bueller”, “Breakfast Club”, and every other 80s teen-movie that dares come into my brain door with Madonna-tights and pixie boots. Then this morning I had this song in my head. I so love Robert Smith. I could eat him.