Though I cannot be 100% certain, I have a theory that, while in my sleep, I clench my fists tightly on a regular basis. Because every morning (yes, EVERY morning) I wake up feeling like my hands have twice as much blood in them as they should; as though they will pop at any moment. What is really annoying is that this feeling causes a temporary loss of dexterity. It is decreasingly (as the morning moves on) difficult to type, lift a coffee mug, button my pants, turn door knobs, work lighters, and brush my teeth.
I had an odd dream last night. I only remember pieces of it now.
I was on the streets of Houston with several other people. The river was flooding the streets, the citizens were rioting, and the city had declared a state of martial law. We were roaming the streets looking for wine.
At first, it lined the streets in clear plastic cups, and everyone was having a good time. I opted to retain my sanity and not drink. After a while, wine became harder and harder to find. We would tear the outsides of buildings off, and find cups of wine sitting inside the exterior walls. We also found small amounts in gutters and drainage ditches.
The people on the streets banded into teams, which were like gangs. Each team would protect one another from the other teams and help one another find wine. Somehow, John Leguizamo was on my team.
At one time, the sun was setting behind us as we were standing in front of the Enron building. The water was only a few inches deep there and it was relatively easy to walk.
There was a girl in our team who I do not recognize out of the dream, however, in the dream we were rather close. She was going crazy because it had been some time since we had found any wine. She found a cup on the side of the street that had nothing but a few drops in the bottom of it. She guzzled it down as quickly as she could only to find that it was rotten grape slurpee.
Eventually, we packed our team into the back of my truck and got on the highway. The last thing I remember before waking up was looking into my rearview mirror only to find a cop two inches from my bumper with his lights blazing. I was traveling close to 90 MPH.
I haven’t checked my Yahoo (read: nothing but SPAM) email accounts in about two months so I decided to do it this morning. 564 messages in one, 87 in the other. ALL but about 10 are SPAM. How annoying. Looks like I need to dig up those old procmail SPAM filter rules. Ugh. When are people going to learn that this shit doesn’t work, it just annoys the fuck out of people. I am going to write a little script to forward all this mail to that will automatically send it to SpamCop, and all the RBL’s. Heh. Bastards.