I could travel in time... and I found myself in a building... some kind of a
hospital. Apparently I went back in time to stop something. I was in a shower
stall and I had to take a shower real quick before the refugees arrive. As soon
as I was about to start, the refugees start pouring in. I did not want them to
see me showering. The shower stall did not have a door. I had a rifle with me.
There was someone with me... we were supposed to be in the same team. I don't
remember what my mission was but I knew it was very clear to me what my mission
was in the dream. I know it was a really long dream but that was the only part
I can remember. When I got up, I even thought of writing a book about it. Yup,
the story was that good... but of course, like the rest of my other dreams, I
can only remember bits and pieces of it.
I would like to blog something before I go to bed every night.
I've been having an awful time at work. The work is just very overwhelming. I
have about 200 emails waiting for me to respond to. As of tomorrow, I will be 2
days behind in responding. My desk is covered with files to work on.
I really need to get out of that place.
My co-worker and I are still not talking... she emails me instead -- especially
when I have done something wrong. Our boss is back so I think she feels more
powerful now.
I just ignore her. I even ignore her stupid emails.
I have a feeling I am going to pop again.
I only had 3 hours sleep. I am so exhausted. I can't keep a straight mind.
Oh yeah, dagobah is back. He is our old Dell computer from the late 90s that we
have not been using for years until this past weekend. I installed FreeBSD on
it. It's too slow to run graphical OS and so it's purely text -- tty sessions
with gnu screen. The sound it produces is still great. I am using it now as a
stereo and for listening to anonradio and other radio stations.
