A 60 hour week, followed by a 70 hour week at work. It’s finally dying down, but not before the ultimate test of my manhood this coming week; 2 double shift days in a row:
It is now 4:45am. I just got home. I’m going to report back to work in about 5 or 6 hours at 11am (or 10am, if I can wake up by then), work till 6 or 7pm, break for dinner, come back at 8:30pm, and then work until 4am.

Then I do the same thing all over again on Tuesday, then get Wednesday and Thursday off. This Wednesday will be my first day off after 16 straight days of work.

This is it, man. The home stretch. The next two days are going to really wreck my sanity; I can see it already. And I can’t wait to see what kind of whack dreams I’m going to start having! Nightmares, even!!!! WOOO!!! I’m not sure whether I’m excited, or terrified. BRING IT ON!! (Man I need sleep.)

I’m thinking it’s because of all the double shifts I’ve been pulling - I’ve put in a few days where I’ve come in around noon, and stay until 4am the next day. Anyway, besides overtime pay, another benefit to that self abuse is crazy dreams!

I remember two in particular:

DREAM 1: One night, I dreamed that I ran into this guy that I knew from college.

(backstory:) This guy was never a good friend or anything; just an acquaintance. We met through another friend, and had a couple of classes together. For some reason, he thought I knew lots of girls, and was probably really jealous because he would cockblock me every time he saw me talking to one. I think he may have also had a case of Napoleon syndrome (oh yeah he was also short).

Anyway, in my dream, I ran into him, and we catch up for a while with the usual useless banter. Then he goes “Ho, you got FAT, ah?”

Cut to the next scene, my shirt’s off, and there’s a mirror there. I look the same as I always do (kinda skinny), but it delivers a blow to my self esteem nonetheless.

DREAM 2: Playing with myself. As a baby. (that sounded kind of weird)

Just last night, I dreamed that I had a baby. I don’t remember if I was married or anything in the dream, but I had a baby, and he was in his crib. I picked him up and realized that the baby was ME.

I don’t know how I knew it was me, but I just knew. It was a cute baby, and had a great personality; not one of those kids who your friends show you pictures of, and you feign enthusiasm. I was a cute baby, man! Ask my mom!

Anyway, I played with the baby for a while.. the usual, peek a boo, picking him (me?) up and throwing him/me in the air, and chasing him around. He/I couldn’t walk yet, so he/I was crawling around. When he crawled, though, his/my arms and legs were completely straight. Like how my small dog runs around.

Then at one point, I dropped him he fell on his head. I got a little worried, but then took a moment and realized there was nothing wrong with me *now*, so it was all right, and I felt relieved. And then I woke up.

Analyze all you want. I think each dream has brought with it a valuable lesson.

Lesson 1: Don’t be friends with guys who are in the habit of cockblocking, cause they’ll show up in your dreams later, and undress you in your own dream.

Lesson 2: Time travel IS possible. I’m convinced that my dream was actually time travel. I went to visit myself in the past, dropped myself on the head in the past, and in doing so, somehow gained the ability to time travel in the present. Or, at least, have weird dreams.

That’s been Fuj’s usual answer lately whenever I’ve asked him “How’s it going?” I’m starting to know what he means…

Anyway, I worked the night shift through the Easter weekend. For the first time, I was able to sleep in this past night. Woke up this afternoon around 1pm and I’m still tired, but feeling more rested than usual.

I just watched a movie called “Conversations with Other Women” about the ‘chance encounter’ between two people who shared a history together. The movie had that “Before Sunrise” vibe going on with it. It made me think of the one or two years where I spent trying to watch every indie movie I could find. That was before I had Netflix, but back when Restaurant Row theater was doing the whole ‘arthouse’ thing (before it started showing last season’s mainstream movies for a buck). I kind of miss those times; a lot simpler and more straight forward.

Watching the movie this afternoon, taking a break through the stress and hectic-ness of things now, I thought it was pretty swell how something new could remind me of something old.

AWWWWW YEAHHH!!!!!

…I just hope the new GI Joe movie doesn’t disappoint the way last year’s Transformer’s movie did…

Not so good. I gotta work today! …the night shift, too!

Anyway, played Halo3 last night with a couple of the guys. Thursday night Halo3 has now been added to the small list of things that I look forward to and keep me going in life. DOUG, PLAY WITH US!!!

Me and the gf were at Long’s this morning. I checked around to see if spaghetti was on sale (it wasn’t). We were thirsty though, so we went to look for drinks. Kona Deep bottled water was on sale for 99 cents per bottle.

We heard about this stuff before; apparently they get the water from the bottom of the ocean, instead of from the the inside of a mountain. Anyway, it was on sale, so we gave it a shot. I thought it was going to just taste like regular water, but there’s something different about it… it kind of tastes salty, but without the salty taste. Like, it feels like you’re drinking something salty.

Kerri put it best when she said that it’s like after you’ve been swimming in the ocean, and you come out and drink bottled water, your lips still feel like they’re salty even though you’re not tasting salt. That’s kind of how it felt. We each drank half our bottles, I gave the rest to my mom to try, and then we went to Jamba Juice.

Anyway, for 99 cents, it’s worth a shot if you’re curious. I wasn’t too impressed, though. I mean come on, it’s water. That tastes weird.

Damn it’s been over a month since I’ve posted anything. I’ve been slackin’ off! Or, at least, slackin’ off when I’m not at work. Work’s been pretty hectic lately; and I usually come home at the end of the day unwilling to stare at a computer screen any longer. The scariest part is that a lot of my coworkers are putting in even more time and effort that I am. I don’t know how they do it.

Anyway, I’ll get back on the ball.