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It's a long day, living in Reseda
We went to our favorite Indian restaurant (er, actually the only Indian restaurant we go to) tonight and noshed on butter chicken, vegetable jalfrezi, and obscene amounts of garlic naan. Among other things. I only mention it because the jalfrezi was particularly delish, being both hot and sweet. Yummy!
Also, it looks like I may be going back to a four-day work week as early as next Monday. Rock on. The only thing is, no more short Fridays. I will have Wednesdays off instead. Still, not a bad deal. Also, there have been rumors of job title changes. If that happens, I will not get a raise (not a surprise), but my pay range will get a bump. Again, not a bad deal.
In less interesting news, I have started having recurring nightmares of late. They are very similar to the ones I used to have as a child - about a final world war, mass starvation, radiation poisoning, and basically every horrible thing you were ever told about nuclear war. The worst part about them is watching my family suffer. The desperation and the helplessness. The end of everything I know and love.
Surprisingly, I am not depressed by all this, although I am curious about the persistence of the dream. Why now? What's going on up there in my noggin? Hmmm...
Also, it looks like I may be going back to a four-day work week as early as next Monday. Rock on. The only thing is, no more short Fridays. I will have Wednesdays off instead. Still, not a bad deal. Also, there have been rumors of job title changes. If that happens, I will not get a raise (not a surprise), but my pay range will get a bump. Again, not a bad deal.
In less interesting news, I have started having recurring nightmares of late. They are very similar to the ones I used to have as a child - about a final world war, mass starvation, radiation poisoning, and basically every horrible thing you were ever told about nuclear war. The worst part about them is watching my family suffer. The desperation and the helplessness. The end of everything I know and love.
Surprisingly, I am not depressed by all this, although I am curious about the persistence of the dream. Why now? What's going on up there in my noggin? Hmmm...