goddamn, this is slow.

*waits for bcbs website info*

the never ending search to get my TT secured with doctors and such in the area...places for weekend oppointments. soon everything will be done and no more searching. heh.

dentist on saturday, glasses last week...and primary care soon.

pleh.

the never ending list of docs to call and such is coming near to its end...now if i can just get my insurance to pay for my operation, the stress will be over. pleh.

is is wrong to call a doctor just because he has a fun name...funkhauser? groovy!

*snicker*

ok, that is done, appointment made and blah and blah.

final field placement paper sent on its way, appointment made with the faculty advisor.

so this semester is mainly done?

looks like it. good. i am so done with stress and annoyance and the public masturbatory antics of some of my professors therein.

those fucks.

dreams last night...

i am harry potter. i have a groovy cloak made of velvet. in the school my friends are held captive, tied up to their broomsticks, wearing bike helmets so they do not hurt themselves. somehow, by means of a spell perhaps, they are all drooling on themselves and talking through split palettes.

i rescue them, no longer tarded, and we go on our adventure...this time solving a bloodhound-gang case of rapes in the near by woods. dead and naked female bodies tied tight to wooden planks with lengths of pristine, cotton rope -- these bodies are tossed carelessly into bushes, behind trees. we collect them like postage stamps.

and another?

i am a large and heavy black woman, older, perhaps 43. i visit my elderly mother in her new york city apartment. i am buzzed in below, and as i make my way through mazes of stairs and moldy mustard-colored carpet, i come upon the exterminator. he reminds me of lieutenant doofey from scary movie. he explains that there is a war raging in the walls. the roaches crawl along the ceiling above us, longer than my pinky.

i hurry away as soon as i am able to, and knock on the dresser that symbolizes the enterance way to my mother's "apartment." her living space is part of a quatrained-off square in the middle of a floor of the apartment building. the floor is patchily covered with the same molding yellow and green rug everywhere -- some dilapidated grand hallway from years gone. the old women who live here use their armoires, cabinets, standing clothing racks and dressers to wall around their personal space. she offers me cookies.

hrm.

those were two very quick dreams. i only slept about an hour total last night, � hr. for each dream. pleh.

today is all about the meter, and *ticking* and the potential circumstance of a ticket. damnit.

*sigh*