I woke this morning from a dream that Phillip Seymour Hoffman needed dimmable fluorescent fixtures from me and I was out of them because of the two shows I have going on.

I had a dream last night that John Barrowman was doing my laundry. No, seriously. I can't even get my subconscious to get on that.

Heh. Except for Phil (it's been a couple of years since he was around), my dream was very reflective of my work week.

I find myself completely out of milk, eggs and bread. I can't figure out if that makes me a winter storm failure or cliche.

Back from a quick grocery run to Target, which while it didn't have all the stuff that I regularly get, has enough to keep me fixed up, and is much less crowded on a Saturday afternoon for this sort of thing.

The roommate, she typed darkly, has yet to leave the house.

I got up and ordered a case for my new phone, then met a bunch of people for brunch. I went with jalapeno biscuits & sausage gravy, which was an excellent choice. Then I picked up a new micro SIM at the Tmobile store, and also went to Target. I dropped off all the stuff I bought there and went to Walgreens. Now I've got laundry in the dryer and I'm going to watch stuff on Hulu while playing Candy Crush for a bit, because I'm tired.

I've now been to a sample sale (running clothes, mostly for my ex-roommate but a few things for me), the doctor (yes, I have pinkeye), the pharmacy, and then a different doctor's office (yes, he agrees I should have a sleep study done). Now I don't even want to finish doing the laundry that is in the washer and dryer. Bleh. Also feel like I can't go out or hang out with anyone, while I've got pinkeye.

Ugh, pinkeye. Hope you can get it cleared up quickly!

I went with jalapeno biscuits & sausage gravy, which was an excellent choice.

That sounds amazing.

I think I might be done with productivity, such as it has been, for the day.

Pinkeye is so annoying. Sorry, meara!

After so many years, I finally figured out something fundamental about Hbubby and me. I am an introvert, I dislike going out on short notice with people or having to chatter with people. But I love crowds. Hubby is a social butterfly, get him in a group of kindred spirits and he'll talk for hours. But he hates crowds.

I love being part of an anonymous, energetic crowd. I can watch the show, judge with anonymous impunity, feel proud of myself for navigating the chaos. I'm not sure why he hates crowds. I think it's because he gets so frustrated at the stupidity of the mob.

(We had lunch at In and Out, which was packed. He was quietly going nuts while I was watching the floor show of people.)

After a leisurely breakfast, I went out for a long walk this morning and then went grocery shopping. The cold makes it perfect lasagna weather, and I figured I could use kale instead of spinach if I parboiled it first. When I got to checkout the clerk went into raptures over my kale choice (it's his favorite--I never met anyone with a favorite kale before). He then recommended that I carefully massage the kale with my fingers before gently lowering it into a hot bath. I've seen Loki fangirls sound less enthused about Tom Hiddleston than this man was about my kale. Now I'm afraid my lasagna will be a let down for it.

Heh. Ran into this. Could be hoax, but hilarious anyway. Billytea may especially appreciate it. [link]