WTF is my subconsious talking about anyways?  
OK I've written about some dreams. And I've been watching a show (sopranos) where dreams are a big part of it. So yes I've been dreaming about dreams. (That's a meta-dream for those of you who are wondering) Since the last dream I wrote about (look right below this post) It was weird and I took a stab at Freud. Well who hasn't? anyways I found a fundamental flaw in his thinking. (I know, I know just one?) The supposition that he makes is that my subconscious knows a little more than I do and therefore I should listen to it. I say fuck you. Actually dear Mr. subconscious please go out in the street (a busy one) and play hide-and-go-fuck-yourself.

I mean come on... This thing (and I truly don't believe it exists) lies below thinking what is good for me... OK I don't trust Joe fucking blow as far as I can throw him, I'm gonna trust some shit in my head that can't even talk directly to me? You have got to be kidding.

The prefix "sub" means below. Below my consciousness. Under... beneath.. but I digress.

In fact some studies are pointing to the fact that its just noise. Possibly something to do with the creating permanent memories.

OK so now I hear all these people whining, but *my* dreams mean something. Oh really? to whom? I say to them. You might as well be sitting in bed with a deck of tarot cards making shit up that has meaning....

Capacity  
Being off the exercise for various reasons has caused me to slip back to my asthma. So I've gotten back on the treadmill... I feel the capacity increasing already. Just two runs... Its not that I've put on weight, I haven't, but my aerobic capacity dropped as I was distracted by being sick and some other things.

Soon I'll be back off the inhaler.

A Minute Twenty  
So I like to cook. People who come over know i like to cook. Soup especially. But I suck at some rather simple things. Mainly the dreaded "reheat". I'm kinda in a rut. I put in 2 slices of pizza... 1:20 on high. I put in 3 silces of pizza 1:20 on high. You got it... a minute twenty. I then check it and if its almost done... 1:20... sometimes I listen and if I hear a lot of noise then i stop it, I'm not stupid. Well...

It's not that i think its funny. Its not that I can't find the other buttons. Its that I truly believe that every dish I hold in my hand will need exactly a minute and twenty seconds on high. It couldn't be more perfect if I did it more or less.

A little tub of pizza sause? a minute twenty. I think to myself well last time I tried 45 seconds and it wasn't quite warm enough so it must need a minute twenty. I believe it.

I could have a fuckin leg of lam or a giant country smoked ham and what would i cook it at... a minute twenty... again and again and again...

Odd Dream  
I dreamed i was trying to draw something on a giant kurta tablet where the buttons on the tablet were as big as a sidewalk block. I was having trouble selecting the right tool because the 'alt' button was really far away. So who ever was paying me to do the drawing hired me an assistant to just jump on and off the alt key.

odd?... yes...

Good thing I think freud was a whack or this might bother me....

Late night at safeway  
So I've got an errand to run... its 10:30... I gotta go to safeway and get some alleve...

I'm cruisin through the healthy and beauty section (and by the way I saw no beauty for sale there and a lot of stuff for sick people not one thing for a healthy person) and there is a dude staring at the wall-o-tampon. I say to him "Hard choice, isn't it?" He looks up at me and goes "She didn't tell me what to get"... Now I could have said a lot of things but what i said was "they never do"...

Then i'm in the check out and who's in front of me? Ya you guessed it he was in front of me. By the way dude is about 65 Apparently he didn't give it too much thought. So I pick up some rollos and i say to the guy... "don't forget the chocolate" he looks at me then orders two boxes of smokes.. I say "whatever works dude"...

you can't make this shit up...