To dream that you are late, denotes your fear of change and your ambivalence about seizing an opportunity. You may feel unready, unworthy, or unsupported in your current circumstances. Additionally, you may be overwhelmed or conflicted with decisions about your future. You feel time is running out and that you do not have time to accomplish all the things you want.
Apparently that’s what’s going on with me. I dreamt that I was ridiculously late for work, but I was doing nothing to rectify the situation. I was watching television. I was going out to dinner. I kept saying to my companions, “I really have to call work.” But I didn’t. I received a text message from a coworker telling me I was a horrible person. Something to contemplate as 2009 rolls in (while I’m at work).
Today was momentous. I went to the post office and submitted my passport application!! I think I’ll be able to survive without the $101.05 it cost. We’ll see. My rent check for January might bounce, but I don’t care. In approximately 1 month I will have a passport. AHHHHH!
I promised my Bulgarian neighbor (who I met this week when I locked myself out of my apartment and went knocking on doors looking for the superintendent) that I would get my passport, but he wasn’t around this afternoon for me to tell him the good news. He made me instant coffee and claimed to have met the Dalai Lama and Salvador Dali. He’s pretty much my new best friend.
After work I’m thinking about heading back to my neighborhood to this bar that has a 24-hour license. Which is obviously a terrible idea, but I’m feeling celebratory! We’re alive. It’s a new year! Venus is shining brightly under the crescent moon. As if I need excuses to be an irresponsible drunk chick…
HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!!!!!!!!
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A friend of mine did that thing today that all socially conscious people find themselves doing this time of year–inquiring about New Year’s plans. It’s kind of that default question that you end up formulating a default answer to because it is, after all, slightly more exciting than the whole “How about this weather?” “It’s unseasonably mild and I’m awfully concerned about those polar bears” thing.
So that friend of mine. We had the default New Year’s Q&A session. He asked, and I told him, “I’m working.” Because that’s the truth. And without skipping a beat, he said, “You will be working all year.” I said, “What?!” (Because this is a terrifying declaration). He said (in a tone offering no glimmer of refutable hope), “You won’t stop working. All year.”
My friend, it seems, was referring to that idea that what you do on New Year’s sets the tone for the year, it sends your intentions out to the universe, who/which, in turn, sends those intentions right back to you. Or something.
Well, I’m a little distraught over this. More than a little–I’m blogging about it at 5am. The thing is, I’m highly impressionable. I’ll hear someone mention a superstition and it will stay with me. For years. One of my roommates once told me that any time we walked on opposite sides of a large metal object we had to say “Hello” to each other or we would get in a fight. And we had to say “Hello” in Russian. Because it was a Russian superstition. From my Russian roommate.
But here’s my plan. I’m not calling out of work because I get paid double for that shift. Instead, I’m going to go to CVS, get my passport photo taken, and bring those to work with me. Dear universe, my intent for 2009 is to travel, okay? I hear there are actually some countries that are not war-torn at the moment, so the prospects are limited but exciting nonetheless. Thank you kindly.
This passport thing is a whole ‘nother ranting post just waiting to happen. Why do we need documentation to travel our own damn planet? Why do we go to the drug store to get photos taken ($6.99+tax) and then the post office to fill out an application that must be witnessed that takes, like, 3 years for them to approve and send to you? (Not that I know, I haven’t done it.) And it costs an additional $100. You can’t even get into Canada without a passport now. What is the world coming to?
Speaking of Laura Bush, she made a statement on the shoe throwing incident and told whoever took the time to listen to her that she “wasn’t amused.” As someone who misleadingly presents themselves as a current librarian when really she only entertains the occasional thought of becoming one in the future…I feel a strange bond with this former librarian. And here’s what I think: she’s a liar. If someone throws their shoes at your husband you laugh. Slapstick comedy 101, no? Whatever. She’s terrifying. I never spoke of her to begin with.
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