Dream Time

Last night pretty much sucked in the sleep department. Gotta love insomnia. Though I'm not sure why.... I think I never made it further into sleep than a heavy doze.

I was awakened at some point while it was still fairly dark out while dreaming thusly:

I was reading my comments from a blogpost I'd done on relationships. Or something. Anyway, I said something in the post about not dating people at work, or that it was tricky to do that. I had a comment from someone calling themselves 'k'* (small letter, for what it's worth) full of snark. The snark was not directed at me per se, but at another person (who hadn't commented yet) who regularly reads my blog. I think. ;-) 'k' was asking how I know work relationships don't tend to be healthy, and it went on and on, and was very much a morass of quicksand into which I was (am) not stepping.

And the rest of the morning I drifted in and out of consciousness, trying to remember when I said anything about dating people at work (have I? Ever?), alternating that with mortification over a lengthy comment I left at someone else's blog last night because I was beyond cranky and had misplaced my mental "EDIT" button.

Today is cloudy and dismal, so it fits my general mood. I work till 5, and Sparky plays at his first football game tonight at 7:30, so I won't be home until after 9 tonight (and probably much later than that). Yuck-o.

Happy Friday, ya'll.
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* Yes, THAT 'k'.