Hello Wal-mart...
Do you know me? No. I don't visit you, I don't like you. You're almost single-handedly responsible for urban sprawl on a massive scale. You supply the suburbs with everything it needs and then some. You offer such low prices people can't help but shop inside you.
So I had this dream last night where I'm back where I used to work before where I work now. The job is a bit different, and there are some people there that didn't used to be. I'm doing basically the same things, radiation oncology, but my co-worker and I are fighting a lot. Over simple things we yell at each other. It's gets weird: It's time to go and I'm trying to take off my scrubs and find I'm wearing a belt with 2 jars attached to it. One jar on each side of my waist with tops on and a tube coming out of the top connected to a place I can't see. I disconnect the tube and I have to clamp the tube off with a paper clip because I can't find a pair of hemostats. In one jar is a finger with a black round tumor on it cut-off the 2 most distal joints. I clamp-off the tube before the fluid gets on my shirt. The other jar is more gross and disgusting. In this jar there is no room for anything except the thick, pink vaginal/uterine fluid from a patient. I have a feeling this fluid would stink, so I try desperately not to spill any on me, but the jar is pressurized somehow and the fluid is difficult to contain some of it sprays out in a fine stream into the sink to my right as fumble with the tube and the paperclip. I don't remember if I ever got it clamped-off...it may still be spraying somewhere. Meanwhile I'm arguing with my coworker about trying to go home and getting outta there. Prior to this dream I'm in a dressing room at a porn actors meeting, but all the actors are old and overweight. It turns-out they're all there for some sort of regular health check-up. One of the old actresses is talking about where she used to work and she did what I used to do, radiation therapy. She a bit embarrassed as am I that we're both here at a porn actors meeting. Then I see the Dr. I used to work for is there too. In reality he's a handsome man. The scene changes and brings me to the previous dream where I'm trying discuss something with the Dr. ,but he's not paying attention to me, and I'm thinking, "Listen, dickhead, I know you do porn, so don't piss me off, or I'll tell everyone." I awaken sharply one minute before the alarm goes off...6:29AM.
I tried to return my new Brown Shoe Soho Oxfords to Famous Footwear because I coulda swore I bought 10s instead of 11s. They didn't have 10s, so I kept the 11s which are a hair too big, but I'll manage. I walk into Famous Footwear and right-off the saleswoman asks if I'm going to see Nicole Ritchie. I say, "What?". "Yeah, she's having a book signing next door at Books a Million.". I say, "Oh yeah, she wrote a book...hell no, she's too skinny.". I find there's no 10s, head back to the car, call my wife and tell her Nicole Ritchie is here, and she tells me to tell Nicole to slap Paris because Paris is being a bitch. OK. I go back to the hotel grab my camera, tell myself I'm only going to go to Books a Million to get coffee from Joe Muggs. I order a grande, breve, cappucino and snake my way to the back where Nicole is signing her book, "The Truth About Diamonds". I wait about 5 minutes and they bring her out, I snap a few photos
and I'm outta there...good coffee too.
here's view from my hotel window:
Tonight and last night I worked-out on some really nice fitness equipment, the Star Trac Natural Runner, which different from what's pictured, elliptical and their mid-level treadmill. I varied my work-out a bit to start with the elliptical then move the treadmill and back to the elliptical. 20 minutes on the elliptical and 15 on the treadmill varying the incline and maintaining a speed of 4.2. I alternated using my arms on the elliptical pushing and pulling at higher resistances. The range of motion on the legs for the Natural Runner are a tad stifling, but the arm motions are good and strong.
n/p Ulrich Schnauss-"A Strangely Isolated Place"
So I had this dream last night where I'm back where I used to work before where I work now. The job is a bit different, and there are some people there that didn't used to be. I'm doing basically the same things, radiation oncology, but my co-worker and I are fighting a lot. Over simple things we yell at each other. It's gets weird: It's time to go and I'm trying to take off my scrubs and find I'm wearing a belt with 2 jars attached to it. One jar on each side of my waist with tops on and a tube coming out of the top connected to a place I can't see. I disconnect the tube and I have to clamp the tube off with a paper clip because I can't find a pair of hemostats. In one jar is a finger with a black round tumor on it cut-off the 2 most distal joints. I clamp-off the tube before the fluid gets on my shirt. The other jar is more gross and disgusting. In this jar there is no room for anything except the thick, pink vaginal/uterine fluid from a patient. I have a feeling this fluid would stink, so I try desperately not to spill any on me, but the jar is pressurized somehow and the fluid is difficult to contain some of it sprays out in a fine stream into the sink to my right as fumble with the tube and the paperclip. I don't remember if I ever got it clamped-off...it may still be spraying somewhere. Meanwhile I'm arguing with my coworker about trying to go home and getting outta there. Prior to this dream I'm in a dressing room at a porn actors meeting, but all the actors are old and overweight. It turns-out they're all there for some sort of regular health check-up. One of the old actresses is talking about where she used to work and she did what I used to do, radiation therapy. She a bit embarrassed as am I that we're both here at a porn actors meeting. Then I see the Dr. I used to work for is there too. In reality he's a handsome man. The scene changes and brings me to the previous dream where I'm trying discuss something with the Dr. ,but he's not paying attention to me, and I'm thinking, "Listen, dickhead, I know you do porn, so don't piss me off, or I'll tell everyone." I awaken sharply one minute before the alarm goes off...6:29AM.
I tried to return my new Brown Shoe Soho Oxfords to Famous Footwear because I coulda swore I bought 10s instead of 11s. They didn't have 10s, so I kept the 11s which are a hair too big, but I'll manage. I walk into Famous Footwear and right-off the saleswoman asks if I'm going to see Nicole Ritchie. I say, "What?". "Yeah, she's having a book signing next door at Books a Million.". I say, "Oh yeah, she wrote a book...hell no, she's too skinny.". I find there's no 10s, head back to the car, call my wife and tell her Nicole Ritchie is here, and she tells me to tell Nicole to slap Paris because Paris is being a bitch. OK. I go back to the hotel grab my camera, tell myself I'm only going to go to Books a Million to get coffee from Joe Muggs. I order a grande, breve, cappucino and snake my way to the back where Nicole is signing her book, "The Truth About Diamonds". I wait about 5 minutes and they bring her out, I snap a few photos
and I'm outta there...good coffee too.here's view from my hotel window:
Tonight and last night I worked-out on some really nice fitness equipment, the Star Trac Natural Runner, which different from what's pictured, elliptical and their mid-level treadmill. I varied my work-out a bit to start with the elliptical then move the treadmill and back to the elliptical. 20 minutes on the elliptical and 15 on the treadmill varying the incline and maintaining a speed of 4.2. I alternated using my arms on the elliptical pushing and pulling at higher resistances. The range of motion on the legs for the Natural Runner are a tad stifling, but the arm motions are good and strong.
n/p Ulrich Schnauss-"A Strangely Isolated Place"
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