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Uncertain about the efficacy/wisdom of yesterday's morning walk. I really enjoyed the walk itself, but by the time 1:00pm rolled around, I was too exhausted to go on my hourly walkabout. My legs were heavy and I needed a nap. This morning I woke at 4am from an uncomfortable dream, but managed to fall back asleep. I woke up at 5:45, which was not quite too late to go to the gym, but my body was just not having it. I barely made it out of bed in time to get ready for work, an hour later. Stupid fucking fatigue issues.

I need to get off my ass about getting seen at the Mayo clinc. The idea of that is so stressful, though. My insurance does work with the clinic in general (I called to check), but I have to make sure that each physician/specialist I see there also contracts with my insurance or the local Blue Cross provider and is a PPO provider. Ugh. I shall postpone thinking about that until after Comic-Con.

Tonight I need to run a bunch of errands so I don't have to go to the south side of town this weekend. For some reason I thought it would be a great idea to overschedule my last weekend before leaving for San Diego. Saturday morning I'm headed to Kansas City to see THe Latenight Callers do a brunch show at Record Bar. After that we're stopping at Costco to pick up some stuff (including new tires for one of our fleet of cars). Sunday I've got my session with Andrew and then it's henna time (which takes about six hours for me since I do that two-step process to get it black). I was supposed to do my three-week touch-up session the week I hurt my back. So I didn't do the front and top of my roots during the intervening weeks between the last full-head session and my roots are SO BAD Y'ALL. So bad. It's gonna take a lot of of henna and indigo to cover this shit. I'm mostly gray on top, now. Yeesh.

So if you wanna hear about the uncomfortable dream: The world was very Old West, with horses and hangings, etc. I was the leader of a rebel group (of course) who fought the Evil Government by saving other rebels and protesters from public execution (rather like the Merry Men saving Robin Hood from hanging). I happened on an impromptu hanging (don't you love those) of an old woman who was a librarian fighting censorship. I didn't have any backup, but I managed to save her anyway. I had to have one of the people I was traveling with hold my pet rat, though. He was A Very Good Rat and was slightly sentient and I often had to leave him alone when I went out to save people and I felt bad about that. Then the scene changed and I was in my home and found him in a drawer where he was sick and dying because I'd left him alone for too long and I felt like such a horrible person I had to wake myself up. I'm still feeling a lot of residual sadness for my dream rat. Enough that watching a video of something completely unrelated to rats or sick animals made me tear up.

And this is why I'll never have pets again.

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