Dream in Every day scata

Imagine Dragons

7:58 am

For some reason it looks like someone punched me in the eye this morning. What’s up with that?

Had some fucked up dreams last night. I ended up taking Zquil at midnight and for some reason it gives me weird dreams. I know the one was influenced by the show I was watching when I fell asleep, but I don’t know where the ladder that was so important in the other dream came from. I mean it was really important lol My brain is weird.

Working the Alpenhorn today. My SI was feeling pretty good until I stretched in bed last night. I felt it stretch out, but no pop. It hurts this morning, but still not shaky, sick to my stomach hurt. I’ll put some ice on it before I leave for work. Still worried about the stairs at the place, though. Wish I could take my ice pack with me, but I’d have to shove it down my pants, and that is just embarrassing.

Ugh. Way too many convos going on facebook this morning. I’m not ready to deal with people. Why they want to message me first thing in the morning is beyond me. Lemme have my coffee first. I know, I don’t have to respond (my IM is “off”), but I feel guilty if I don’t.

Speaking of fb, my cousin (don’t know how, but we are related. All of us with our last name is somehow related) blocked some chick and she somehow found me and sent me a message. Why people feel like they need to get me involved in their drama is just.. I don’t get it, man. So I talked with her, because they met in some bipolar support group. I know how it is to be mental about shit. Anyhoo, I sent my cousin a message about it. Now I have to tell her something about why she was blocked. I figure I’m just going to tell her he’s going through some stuff and feels the need to quiet his life or some shit like that. smh Drama. ugh.

2:29 pm

Total grossness.

Well, not really too gross, but I went to the Kleine haus to turn it over and some of the folded towels were placed on the bed. I was confused by this, but whatever. people are weird, right? Well, I picked up the towels and put them back on the shelf because they weren’t used. When I turned around to take the comforter off the bed there was this nasty blood smear on the comforter. Way to try to hide it, chicky. Didn’t work. Threw the towels into the laundry pile along with the comforter. Shit like this is why I hate people. Just fess up to it. Shit happens. We’re all adults, y’know? And it’s not like there isn’t a woman in the house, and she was on the floor working the dining room. She could have been told. I know it’s embarrassing, but still.

Maybe it’s because I work in healthcare that it just seems silly not to tell anyone. I don’t know. ::sigh::

The man of the house, the OCD guy? He cornered me again because a sink looked wet after I cleaned it. So I double checked the sink (same one I was cleaning when he cornered me) and it turns out the faucet leaks. Left his ass a note saying “the reason the sink was wet is because the faucet has a leak. It needs to be fixed.” And just left it at that. I’m all sweet and cooperative when he does that, but inside I’m slapping him upside the head and telling him to chill the fuck out.

But, at the same time, I get it. Small town B&B in a place full of them. I think town was actually the B&B capital of the states at one time. You want the place to be utterly perfect so people come back. So yeah, I understand. But pay attention, dipple. It didn’t take me long to notice that the faucet was dripping.

Damn, I’m kind of bitchy today, aren’t I?

5:12 pm

Well, I managed to fuck up my almost healed shoulder by leaning over the arm of my chair. I hit that tendon and now it’s killing me. Just when I wasn’t pissing and moaning about it anymore. I’m so pissed!

Actually, my whole body is hurting. I can’t blame it on the weather. It’s nice outside for this time of year. I guess I’m just tired and stressed.

Tomorrow I’m working two jobs in the neighboring town. Clients #5 and my first time cleaning at #6. I know I’m pushing it doing two heavy jobs in one day, but it’s a 30 mile drive or so, and I hate to waste gas. I’d rather hit them both in one day. I’m going early to #5’s house so I won’t be so late getting home. I’ll start there at 8 am, leave around 12, go to #6’s house after and leave there around 4. I hope I don’t get freakin’ lost this time. Light will be fading fast at that time of day. I’m already feeling very anxious about it all. ::sigh::

27 flights of stairs and I probably will have at least 2 more tonight. 7600 steps. I know I won’t get many more because I’m not moving more than I have to for the rest of the night.

See ya.