so, not only did i get "modern times" on vinyl yesterday (complete with bonus cd of one of bob's theme time radio hour shows--this one was "baseball") but i got the new rolling stone with bob on the cover, and this morning i downloaded the new album on iTunes and got my ticketmaster pre-sale password code thing. it is ALL ABOUT THE BOB THIS WEEK. so, dear readers, i apologize to all of you that are tired of hearing about bob. but, what are ya gonna do. he's totally ruling my life right now.
here's another thing i can talk about: nightmares. i have been having the craziest nightmares for the past few weeks now. i am chalking it up to being stressed out about the house and the move and stuff (i don't do well with "big life changes"--i'm a worrier), but i really wish they would go away. i mean, these are the kind that you spring up in bed, screaming and not knowing what is going on.
last night my nightmare was that someone cut up my cat's face, squished her insides, choked her with a ribbon, and she died in my arms. i mean, ?!?!?!? it was HORRIBLE! i woke up, crying, and gertie was sleeping at my feet like she always does. i picked her up and put her on my chest, and she purred and purred and stayed there for a long time. ugh, just horrible.
we are very glad to be in the house, though! we still have some painting to do, but it looks nice. i am really antsy to get stuff up on the walls and put my silly knick-knacks everywhere and give it some personality. curtains would be nice, too. neither of us feel like doing anything this week, after busting our butts for the past 6 weeks. so, we will just kind of chill out and slowly unpack this week, then friday go to upstate new york to see bob and hang out in woodstock. because, you know, this is the crazy week of bob.
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There's a good article about Bob in the books review section of this week's New Yorker (Sept 4).
Happy Week of Bob!
i think i read that online...
happy crazy week of bob, everyone!
Mommy, I have to pee.
hahahaha! yes, folks; i forgot to mention that before gertie died in my nightmare, she looked up at me and opened her mouth and i heard this, like, little girl voice saying, "mommy, i have to pee." so i said, "okay, but hurry! the ambulance is coming soon." and i put gertie in her litter box and then she stopped moving so i picked her up and she died.
ugh, so awful! yet really funny that my cat spoke to me in my dream (and called me mommy)...
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