Nightmare

Wow. I have scary dreams, but last night was the first showing of a dead baby in a ziplock bag. I kept finding it in there, opening it, and somehow making it breathe again only to have it die. Many times. I woke up hella confused, but also not preggo or with a dead baby. I forced myself to walk by the child care center today to see some live versions. Bad imagination, time for a time out.

In other news, I found out who snagged the ACWA job. It's this weird pensive genuis boy-man that has worked in the building for a while. Also a third year law student. Yeah, wouldn't have gone for the job if thats the kind they want. Fucking overachievers.

Happy Monday?

Lets see, it rained all weekend, which kept me off my bikes. I walked around quite a bit, partied with midtown homies Friday and again on Sunday. Giants game on Saturday sent us to the World Series... Today meant work, and I was not too excited to have to work on a sunny day, but I rode my bike in and took an extra loop around the Capitol as Good Morning Sacramento was filming on the west steps and I wanted to ride by. As I approached, some huge group of high schoolers unloaded from a bus and as the teacher made the kids move to the side of the sidewalk, one fella called out " Bye biker. I love you!!" Thanks, Biebs, but this lady has some standards.

At work I left at 11 to tour the Governor's office. A tad short, but I saw the ever-delicious Aaron McClear and that was the highlight. After, went to Pyramid and downed a few brews with the parents of the people I partied with this weekend. It's almost 2 and this Monday doesn't suck like most others!

Mucho Loco

Yesterday at work I was able to speak with the wife of a cartel member for 20 minutes. She had her kids taken from her by CPS for aiding and abetting the cartel that I shall not name but know who they are. I am a little scared to follow up with her on her foster care issue....

Oreally?

I have had enough issues with the blood-thirsty campaigners (who I doubt do anything) call and call and call to have me volunteer. I have no hearing, no car, and the last phone back I went to you did not have enough food to feed me or 4 others. GFY.

As I sat enjoying Russell Brand's first book, my superior spies me enjoying my time and immediately grabs a legal pad and asks me to update her on my research for next year. Uh. What? MORE than half our staff is gone doing awesome things in San Diego that I was not invited to. You just returned from a TWO HOUR lunch after coming into work at 11am. I appologize I don't know what to recommend just yet, but one should really mind their own business when nobody else is working. And like some sick plot, I get all the vacation requests for Italy and shit for all the other workers, assuring I still will be the only person here to staff the office into the long, cold winter.

Oh to have the strength to just off myself...

All Dressed Up...

My lovely neighbor Mike has lent me the keys to his car and apartment for the next week. This weekend I went to the gas station, filled up his ride, and realized there wasn't anywhere I wanted to go. I drove on the freeway to 59th, went to Trader Joes, and drove home. I blame the budget for my lack of creativity, and also my bike for making me know how lame it is to drive.

I do get to move the car tonight as tomorrow is the street sweepin' day!

Side note: I realize we don't get Columbus Day off. Europeans get four month Holiday each year. All women should get a day a month off for their period. I want that day to be today as I am in hella pain and since getting off the ol' birthing control my immune system takes a hit each month. I can't hear out of my left ear today. Weird.

Karma

Over the summer, my mom has been buying me the fanciest international coffee beans as she has been travelling around. I believe I have 4 bags from her. She had asked me if I had a coffee grinder, and I said "Of course." Wrong. So what do I do? I go to the grocery store and buy ground coffee as I have a french press that requires such. I get home and pack the coffee for work. I prepare the press, pull out the Hawaiian blend, and OH SNAP its whole bean. Effing head in the clouds!

Fast forward a few weeks. I am sitting in my friend Sara'h apartment a few blocks from me., Her and her man are hanging out, getting ready to go get more beer for our Fuck Monday nights. I ask her if she had a grinder I could borrow, and I tell her my tales. She didn't. We get up and walk the two blocks to the market, and Sarah is walking ahead of me. She screams out " Holy shit!!!!" I walk over, expecting a dead cat or something, and there is a box along the road marked free. Inside? A perfectly new Krups coffee grinder. Yeah. Holy shit. It was the only thing in the box.

Day 3

Since Monday evening I have been drink and smoke free! Well, I can't say too much for the drinking but smoking is definitely on its way out. I've been keeping busy at home to not get bored and want to smoke on the patio. I cleaned up, went on a walk, did some crosswords, laid down to rest, and watched some news. No smoking! I have yet to go on an ride, but that will happen this weekend. I had originally planned to drive home tonight to attend a friend's funeral tomorrow, but its looking like the budget vote will continue into tomorrow. Its fine, I can mourn on my own. Plus, there will be hella people from high school there as Morgan was GORGEOUS and was generally a real, nice person. I wish I could be more upset as this motherfucking budget has now cost me a friend's wedding and a friend's funeral. And no budget!

No Mas Fumar

Holy hell I forgot the way my body revolts when I quit smoking. It's day 3 and last night I almost murdered my windows. I opened and shut them repeatedly as neighbors on all sides made noises throughout the night. My mind was in a spin and I started to think about just taking a puff, but instead I lit a huge candle and stared at it. Amazing results followed as I drifted to sleep staring at the light. I thought about getting those electronic ciggs, but they are like hundreds of dollars! Maybe I should make my own walk-a-thon that helps me quit by raising money to afford the tools I need to do so.

I've taken a four month break before, so I know it can be done. Ugh. I hate you, wacky tobacky.

Decriminalization

As I perused the Governor's approved measures today, I read in depth to SB 1449. If you are caught in posession of less than an ounce of pot, it is now simply an infraction ($100 fine) instead of a misdemeanor. I know at least two people that have been punished for small amounts, and this is a great judicial movement so we can stop wasting money in our courts. As Arnie says, "Its just a leaf."