Long night; short sleep

A horrid night it was in my bed. It is rare when dreams wake me up. Last night, they strode through my bedroom shaking me like a series of 6.0 earthquakes. I woke up twice in a cold sweat. I staggered out of bed finally and into a shower. While I let the hot, hot water wash away the cold, cold sweat, i realized that I remembered not one damn detail from the dreams. This I know, though. They sucked and there were a lot of them.

Bah. This is going to be a long day.

Love.

Done

For now. Sweetie is moved out, deposit mostly intact, sanity mostly restored, Internet connection reestablished. It's practice, though, it seems. For now Sweetie is moving again and this time she is taking others with her.

I modeled out on Point Loma again today at the Nazarene University. I expect they find my bumper stickers (and crappy car) a bit much. These are not the poorest students on the planet. I had some time to kill so I dropped down to the used-to-be Naval Training Center where the Navy Exchange still has a gas station called the Fuel Dock. (I wince at that name.) Gas was cheaper by 10%. I noticed they have a new mini exchange in that complex, too. I went it to kill more time.

It has a small uniform shop! I got my white gloves for my Transylvanian costume! And they were selling low cut black converse. Only a few pair left, but one the right size. $30.00. Yes! It is also the package store. Liquor isn't all that much cheaper by price, but I pay no state sales tax and that's an 8% savings on it's own. I might just have to shop out there more often. Now if I could only stand the commissary stores. I'm not sure how much we would be able to save though. And I'd probably have to get a sticker on my car. (I'm thinking about it anyway.)

Love.