Today felt like a dream and not just because oh man did I ever have one interview of a golly-gee-whizz-humdinger interview today. (I was so friggin' nervous.) But I kept feeling like the whole day was sort one of those vague, dozing dreams where little ordinary things happen as your brain imagines they really might happen-you receive a small bit of interesting gossip, have a particularly enjoyable talk with a friend, order one sandwich over another. All real, possible, potential happy things, but kind of ones you suspect your brain would be inclined to make up. But then you wake up and realize you'd accidentally hit the snooze button and been dreaming for five minutes. I kept thinking I'd wake up and actually begin my day at any second. Which made me feel a little wild.
That's not to say it was a bad day at all. I'm not sure why I needed a paragraph to say that, except that it feels somehow related to how I feel when I get a migraine, which makes me anxious. My brain has been really weird this week.
On the plus side, I went through my dumb manuscript again and I can actually see my way out of a few problems I had. I always feel like a little bit of a jerk when I use the term "manuscript" but it sounds better than "dumb book of historical poetry."
I wish it would warm up so I could plant some annuals and vegetables. I also hauled a bunch of river rock from my parents that I need to put out to line my beds. Oh my, oh my yes.
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