The lack of a beanie is overwhelming

[algeh]

So, I did not get a letter from the teaching program today. On Friday, I left a message on their answering machine (they have apparently stopped answering their main phone line) telling them that I really needed to know one way or the other, as I needed to put in 30 days notice on my apartment and find a new place to live.

They called me on Monday and woke me up. They said they were having a meeting about it later that day, so it should all be decided soon. Thus, this week found me in a resurgence of hope of getting an up or down of some kind. Since I never get any mail, I've been checking the mailbox several times a day just in case the mail comes later than I think it does.

There has been a profound lack of propeller beanies all week.

However, I had two dreams about it last night. In both of them, I got a reply on a grocery-store-style receipt (with purple dot-matrix printing) rather than a letter. In one, I got rejected, so I got really angry and tore up the Saturday paper while screaming something about how they could at least tell me properly. In the other, the receipt was so incomprehensible that I could not tell if I was in or not.

I also had a very stressful dream about a kitten.

Fuck you so much, subconscious.

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what i want to know is how a kitten dream can be stressful

dream summary

[algeh]

Well, see, mom, grammy and I found this cute little abandoned cat at a strip mall, so we decided to take it into the van and let it hang out there for a while. Then we decided we should leave, so we thought maybe we should take the kitten to a vet or something. We had no kitty carrier, so I was pretty stressed about driving with a loose, unpredictable cat. They then pointed out that the vet was just on the other side of the strip mall, so one of them could walk over carrying the cat by the scruff of the neck while the rest of us drove over.

Then we're at the vet's office, which is inexplicably a large house with a huge backyard (more on that later) and no one is home. We go in, and I warm some milk for the cat on the stove and we all go to sleep on the floor. The vets come home the next day and berate us for not feeding the cat a better diet, and I apologize but explain that I didn't want to feed the cat meat since I wasn't sure if they had plans for the meat in the fridge, but I figured milk would be ok.

Then for some reason we all go out in the backyard and the soul of someone important to dream-me has been transferred to a tree, so I go talk to him. Then I realize that some evildoer has infected the back garden with some kind of snail or worm that is all over the path and will kill the trees, so I'm really upset. It makes even less sense from that point, to the point of unwriteability.

So anyway, that's a stressful kitten dream.