Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Wow. Not posted for about a week. How did that happen? Um...so what happened?

[let me apologise now for all the spelling errors to come, which I don't have the energy to correct]

Lots of headaches. Lots of stress. Lots of me being a cranky bitch. I had some really surreal dreams.

Last Thursday morning I woke from a dream (at Michael's) in which I was at Cedar Point with my family, and I joined the cast of Glee at the invitation of a cute guide boy. Cecelia Ramsy(?) was there; Sophia Coppola directed the club at my family's church; there were other choirs singing in unison directed by Rod Stewart. We were young, but the age we are now... Jennifer Murry, Grandma & Janice were there. I got to kiss this stuck up boy in the production, but left him wanting more, leaving with the cute lead of 'Were the World Mine'. In attendance of the show, and giving us a standing ovation were Lynda Carter, Graham Norton, Ewan McGregor, Oprah, Ellen, Adam Lambert, Mollie, Michael Slaughter, Mark Adams, Catherine Tate, David Tennant, Chris Eccolston(? the 9th Doctor), Billie Piper, Russel T. John Barrowman & his husband (think his name is Scott) and other Torchwood peeps (Gwen, Ianto, Rhys, Tosh and Andy).

Another time I dreamt that the family church had this wellspring of water within the stairwell (for baptisms) - and downstairs in the basement a wall opened up to reveal water fueled machinery with these women inside who I confessed to seeing my father murdered in the room.

I got my BSG soundtrack (which rocked). Mark accidentally broke my dvd player - which has sucked on many levels over the last week. I keep wanting to work on projects or watch movies and then I realize I can't. Add to that Michael's father having a heart attack; Mark's sister Veronica's heart giving her problems; my worrying over my jaw doctor appointment (which is today), Mark hearing a buzzing in his head, me having stomach cramps and recurring headache, and a flat tire on the car which put it in the shop - and you've got a week of mostly hell, with some nice grace notes in between the chaos.

Some of the good moments included Mark & me hugging after he calmed down... Michael and I having some quality time (after spending hours together that weren't that fun)... Seeing my grandparents and their interactions with Mark; they clearly love each other... Listening to the BSG music... Watching the new episodes of Caprica ("The Is Another Sky"), Desperate Housewives, the latest 2 episodes of Smallville and about 5 episodes of Brothers and Sisters (with 2 still to come).

I had nightmares last night about Michael cheating on me again...and I'm left feeling really horrible about them. Part of me wants to trust, and part of me tells me not to. It doesn't help that when I was on the phone with him around 2:30am, I thought I heard the noise of an IM from Manhunt in the background, which he said was the noise of his printer shutting down - which it could very well be, only I've heard him lie like that in a very believable manner when he was fooling around the whole time, so it's hard to believe him. Ugh. This sucks.

My stomach is in knots. I need to go.

   posted by Bald Jason at 09:24 AM
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