Our phone number came up in some random survey about the election, and of course I’m more than happy to tell them my opinions! Which is the opposite of Yut so it works out rather well — the minute that Yut hears that it’s a survey he puts the phone on speaker and hands it to me. So they ask me things like what’s the most important issue in this election for me (the environment, duh!), and all sorts of other things, like if I’m a moderate or liberal or conservative, do I pay attention to the election (a lot? somewhat? not at all?). And it finally gets to the end where they’re basically not even asking about issues anymore, they’re just asking demographic information, like race and stuff. And then the poor guy asks about our annual household income, listing things like under $15,000, yadayada, and so I pick a range and tell the surveying person, that’s it! But one glance at Yut, and I correct myself, “Hold on a sec, I think I’m wrong cos he’s making the craziest face!” So yeah, it turns out I have no idea what we make in a year. And it’s the same thing when he asked if we felt like we were getting ahead or falling behind or staying the same - I’m just not too sure, so I hem and haw and finally tell him about the same. But ok, maybe I’m a time waster for them, but at least I’m nice about the whole thing, not that it took more than 15 minutes even with my indecision.
I woke up this morning cos of a weird dream. I mean, I actually have no idea what the dream was about, but the part that woke me up was this crazy swarm of ants crawling all over someone’s jacket. No idea how the ants fit into the dream, but blech! But also, I woke up with the unsettling feeling that I’d dreamed about crazy swarms of ants before. I think it’s cos once I left some hard candy in my backpack too long — the wrapper fell off, and I didn’t realize it was there, and the ants came in (cos they do that in the rainy season) and found it and went crazy! So I tried to brush them off, but ants are persistent and there’s a million of them and one of me, and I probably hardly count as one since I’m squeamish about bugs, and so finally I had to go wash my backpack, which probably killed a lot of them (although I think I’ve read that ants are ok swimmers). Which makes me wonder if my dreams are an expression of guilt or if they’re an expression of my fear and squicked-out-ness. Which is a lot to wonder on a Sunday morning, so I went back to sleep ’til past noon.
Me: I’m a lil sleepy
Him: Sleepy?! How are you sleepy? You slept from 8 to 8 yesterday! Maybe more!
Me: I’m a good sleeper. Why the surprise?
Him: You’re asking me why the surprise?!
Day’s nice and sunny, pretty much done with work, and I don’t know why, but I’ve a case of the blahs — don’t know how to describe it — don’t feel like doing anything, didn’t get much accomplished, &c&c. I don’t even feel like eating anything right now, if you can believe it! Come to think of it, I probably need a nap — if it’s not eating, then sleeping’ll cure whatever ails! And come to think of it, Yut and I have been staying up late playing Dr. Mario lately cos I have to play against him until I beat him once, then we can move on to the cooperative stuff. :)
I woke up at 11am on Sunday, and went downstairs to get a drink. My mom’s response to my mumbled “G’morning Ma” was, “Eh, what are you doing up so early?!”
Yesterday I was in Maryland and it was 90 degrees and humid and I wore a t-shirt and sweated rivulets. Today I’m in the Bay Area and it’s more like 60 something and I’m wearing a coat. If I come down with something, I guess I’ll know why.
