8.10.2004
dreamy
i overslept this morning. well, i wouldn't really call it "sleeping," technically i over-laid-in-bed this morning. it was 8:30 when i finally got my ass in the shower. BUT, i made it in here by 8:57; that must be some kind of record or something.
as i lay there, wishing i could just fall asleep and not wake up til noonish, i drifted in and out of that lucid-dream-land where everything seems SO real, and yet, totally ridiculous all at the same time. i dreamt that zack came home, came upstairs and took my purse. i dreamt that george was eating a steak in the corner. i dreamt that my phone rang and i answered it and it was my father, calling to tell me that he found my "tossed salad and other poems" book. man, i wish that part had been real- that "tossed salad" shit was sooooooo funny. so funny that i could sell it in the local coffee-eries 'round here; i'm sure the kids would really dig it. maybe someday it will just reappear- i'll keep my fingers crossed.
i've given up on the idea of driving an hour to see modest mouse play tunes from their hip new record for all of the teens. i guess i'm being a little judgemental; i was once a teen at the modest mouse show. but they were all indie rock back then, not these mtv radio-type gods. i'm not really serious- i'm glad they've made the bigtime (even my hiphop brothers know who they are and think their name is just soooo weird), and big ups to the kids for liking good music. but instead of shilling out twenty bones and dealing with being out of town, i'm gonna go see the j-bun play with the j-bun band (aka big fresh) and one of my all-time faves to see live, the features. i haven't been out and about and listening to the rock for a long time, it's bound to be good.
alright, that's it for now. i need some nicotine and maybe some beef jerky.
i am such hot shit.
as i lay there, wishing i could just fall asleep and not wake up til noonish, i drifted in and out of that lucid-dream-land where everything seems SO real, and yet, totally ridiculous all at the same time. i dreamt that zack came home, came upstairs and took my purse. i dreamt that george was eating a steak in the corner. i dreamt that my phone rang and i answered it and it was my father, calling to tell me that he found my "tossed salad and other poems" book. man, i wish that part had been real- that "tossed salad" shit was sooooooo funny. so funny that i could sell it in the local coffee-eries 'round here; i'm sure the kids would really dig it. maybe someday it will just reappear- i'll keep my fingers crossed.
i've given up on the idea of driving an hour to see modest mouse play tunes from their hip new record for all of the teens. i guess i'm being a little judgemental; i was once a teen at the modest mouse show. but they were all indie rock back then, not these mtv radio-type gods. i'm not really serious- i'm glad they've made the bigtime (even my hiphop brothers know who they are and think their name is just soooo weird), and big ups to the kids for liking good music. but instead of shilling out twenty bones and dealing with being out of town, i'm gonna go see the j-bun play with the j-bun band (aka big fresh) and one of my all-time faves to see live, the features. i haven't been out and about and listening to the rock for a long time, it's bound to be good.
alright, that's it for now. i need some nicotine and maybe some beef jerky.
i am such hot shit.
# posted by Nancy Cunningham @ 10:42 AM 
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