This is why we can't have nice things.

I've been misplacing/losing things on a frequent basis this past week.

First to go were my iPod earbuds, which was especially distressing because I've only had the iPod a little over a month. These most likely dropped off into the night when I was getting into/out of my car on Thursday evening...which means they're (probably) smashed into a million pieces in a parking lot somewhere. I would've bought a replacement set at the Apple store today, but besides having a $30 price tag, I also had a dream last night that I found the earbuds at work. I'm crossing my fingers and hoping to find them in the office on Tuesday.

I'm sure I've misplaced other things this week (and just haven't missed them yet to notice), but most perplexing is the case of my vanishing $10 bill. Opened my wallet Saturday morning to clear out some loose change and counted a few $1 bills and a $10. Reopened my wallet Saturday afternoon for my health insurance card and randomly looked through the bills again -- several more $1 bills than I previously counted and NO $10!

In "One Hundred Years of Solitude" (which I finished two weeks ago -- so good), one of the older characters loses things and blames it on elves rather than her own senility. I'd like to think that I'm a bit too young to be senile. Then again, I did joke about blacking out a couple weeks ago when I couldn't figure out why I was covered in (my own?) blood one evening....

But on the off chance that I'm not completely losing my mind, I'd really like it if the elves would return my earbuds and $10. I think that's a completely reasonable request.

My week, in three parts.

Pt. I / I did something I've been putting off for a while because I thought it would be mortifyingly embarrassing. A few months after restlessness drove me to take a pair of blunt scissors to my hair late one night, I went to my hair stylist to get a legitimate haircut.

She said I did an impressive job and must be a natural. That appeased me enough to do more chaotic things to my hair in the coming months...with solid plans for a major experiment/shakeup in April.

It'll grow back.


Pt. II / Found notes I apparently made after a particularly vivid early morning dream yesterday. Deciphering my messy, sleep-laden handwriting, it says:

had a dream I was trying to hang out w/ multiple groups of friend in various centuries @ the same time. (1800s, present) ended up ditching everyone to join a pop-dance-blues band & sing in a gay bar. let everyone down, but had so much fun!

There are a lot more details that I can remember, like the fact that I was apparently Joan of Arc at one point.... But the whole thing started when I dream-texted a friend, asking if she'd want to go to Newbury Comics with me -- which I actually did upon waking up. (Note: You can tell you're sending too many text messages when you start to do it in your sleep.)


Pt. III / One evening this past week, I had to scrape some ice/snow off my car before heading out from work. Didn't think much of the whole process, besides how cold my hands were, but I was on my way in about 10 minutes. While checking into the hotel where I stay during the week, I looked down at my right hand and noticed it was covered with blood. Odd. But again, didn't think much of it. ...Until I got into my room and looked in the mirror. My face was covered with blood, too.

I told my parents this story and told them that I probably blacked out during the drive to the hotel, and pulled off to the side of the road and killed someone before continuing on my way. They thought this was hil-ar-i-ous -- my mom was laughing so hard she was crying. They also thought it was more likely that it was so cold that my skin froze and then split open when I bent my fingers.

Gross.


So much more to write, so much....

WANTED: Decisiveness.

I've reached a new level of indecisiveness. For the past week, I've been adding (and removing, and re-adding) items to my iTunes and Amazon.com shopping carts, trying to decide whether to buy digital or physical copies of approximately 20 albums that I want....

One part of me desperately needs the instant gratification of an iTunes download, but another (very stubborn) part of me doesn't mind spending a little more money and waiting a few extra days for shipping in exchange for album art and liner notes.

And both parts of me have given up on a resolution being reached anytime soon. The only thing I have wholly and absolutely decided is that it's a good idea to invest about $300-400 (maybe more) in expanding my music collection.

Anyone feel like making this decision for me? Are there decision-makers for hire? And, if so, would the satisfaction that comes with making someone else (i.e., me) happy be payment enough for them? Because I can't afford a decisive personal assistant and a sizable addition to my music collection.


I'm amused/thankful that this is the greatest source of anxiety in my life at the moment.