Can't Sleep. Clowns Will Eat Me

Just had an odd dream in which I found myself at a Police concert, only there were very few people in the audience. At one point someone put several odd looking bass guitars near my seat, and I was excited, figuring Sting would come and get them. Never did though. Then I was speaking to someone, a stranger, who told me she would probably get back-stage passes, and could get me one, but I'd have to pay half. I asked her if she had a Livejournal. Then suddenly I was in a bedroom listening to the concert on the radio, and wandered back outside to get back to the live concert, an found myself at a large pool, where Charlie was sleeping.

Then I woke up, and as much as I tried to prevent them, all my worries came crashing down on me, effectively ending any hope I had of going back to sleep. I know worrying won't make anything different, but I can't help it. We are in such financial trouble, I don't know how we're going to get out of it. I've been sending out my resume, but without any luck. Totally sucks.

Anyway.

I will have to be awake by 6:30 anyway, as Charlie's bus comes at 7am to get him to school by 8am. The school is about 2 minutes away, but apparently there's 20 kids who ride the bus and it takes that long to get them. I could drive Charlie, but he wants to do the bus. He may change his mind after having to wake up so early though.

Wonder what I should do for the next 2 hours. Maybe I'll watch some Doctor Who episodes.

Can't Sleep. Clowns Will Eat Me

Just had an odd dream in which I found myself at a Police concert, only there were very few people in the audience. At one point someone put several odd looking bass guitars near my seat, and I was excited, figuring Sting would come and get them. Never did though. Then I was speaking to someone, a stranger, who told me she would probably get back-stage passes, and could get me one, but I'd have to pay half. I asked her if she had a Livejournal. Then suddenly I was in a bedroom listening to the concert on the radio, and wandered back outside to get back to the live concert, an found myself at a large pool, where Charlie was sleeping.

Then I woke up, and as much as I tried to prevent them, all my worries came crashing down on me, effectively ending any hope I had of going back to sleep. I know worrying won't make anything different, but I can't help it. We are in such financial trouble, I don't know how we're going to get out of it. I've been sending out my resume, but without any luck. Totally sucks.

Anyway.

I will have to be awake by 6:30 anyway, as Charlie's bus comes at 7am to get him to school by 8am. The school is about 2 minutes away, but apparently there's 20 kids who ride the bus and it takes that long to get them. I could drive Charlie, but he wants to do the bus. He may change his mind after having to wake up so early though.

Wonder what I should do for the next 2 hours. Maybe I'll watch some Doctor Who episodes.

Some corner of a foreign field

As part of my raging Anglophilia, I have a beach towel that looks like the Union Flag. I've had it for several years now, it is a prized possession. No one ever commented on it though.

So imagine my surprise when this man comes up to me today and says, "You're sitting on my flag! You're not Irish are you?"

I explained my raging Alglophilia, so he forgave me for sitting on the flag, and we got to chatting. Nice bloke, from the Midlands.I had a good time indulging my inner English woman. We talked about the Queen, as one does, and talked about the St. George Cross being the actual English flag, and that the Union Jack is only a Union Jack when flown at sea. (Thanks, Rose)

We also talked telly a bit, since that's one thing I'm relatively up to date on. One thing I love is that all Britons have fond memories of hiding behind their sofa when watching Doctor Who as a child. I told him I taught Charlie to say "I'm 'avin' 'oops", because of Life on Mars.

Considering the mood I've been in, it was a nice interlude.

Some corner of a foreign field

As part of my raging Anglophilia, I have a beach towel that looks like the Union Flag. I've had it for several years now, it is a prized possession. No one ever commented on it though.

So imagine my surprise when this man comes up to me today and says, "You're sitting on my flag! You're not Irish are you?"

I explained my raging Alglophilia, so he forgave me for sitting on the flag, and we got to chatting. Nice bloke, from the Midlands.I had a good time indulging my inner English woman. We talked about the Queen, as one does, and talked about the St. George Cross being the actual English flag, and that the Union Jack is only a Union Jack when flown at sea. (Thanks, Rose)

We also talked telly a bit, since that's one thing I'm relatively up to date on. One thing I love is that all Britons have fond memories of hiding behind their sofa when watching Doctor Who as a child. I told him I taught Charlie to say "I'm 'avin' 'oops", because of Life on Mars.

Considering the mood I've been in, it was a nice interlude.