Am annoyed at roomie for continued slack re: kitchen, dishes, and trash, particularly given the financial situation.. I'm trying to sort out how to communicate this to him without pesky emotional overlays.
I'm trying to get in a few episodes of Irasshai (off my old VHS bootlegs) as part of the "study Japanese so I feel less guilt" plan. A bit of Irasshai, some LRNJ, and hopefully a few more aleph-bets this week should keep that part of my conscience soothed.
And so the week begins with studying Japanese off the terebi and being annoyed at roomie. Certainly not as pleasant as the beginnings of some other days of late, but I'll take it ..
My oatmeal (from a packet) is essentially un-ornamented, and made with water besides. And I let it get cold while washing the wok.
Dreams were damn goofy, almost completely gone now. Memorable scenes include sex-play (demonic and feral) in the hallway of my elementary school with some of my classmates (all female, at adult ages) while school was in session?? I only identified one at the time.. I screamed/growled too loud and got in trouble, but balled up the (complicated) bit of paperwork I was supposed to fill out. Then my mom showed up, in green fatigues. I can't recall ever seeing her in fatigues, although it likely happened in the war. Apparently we were to have lunch. And I think this was after
sophocles was nearly caught stealing a small stack of textbooks from what was supposed to be my kindergarten teacher's office (at my urging). Although I should point out now that although the textbook closet was in the right place and the geography otherwise matched, there were no offices there. Of course, I've not been by in awhile (<20 years).And here's more Irasshai...
