Odd dream of redundancy.

I dream that I'm taking off one pair of jeans, and then I notice another pair of jeans underneath them.

. . .

(In winter I often wear a t-shirt or 2 beneath a sweatshirt when I wake up in the morning or lounge around after I've already turned the heat down but before I've gone to bed, so I suppose my mind translated those multiple layers of shirts to jeans in my dream.)

Aftereffects of Bedbugs...

The hardwood floor of my bedroom in my apartment now looks like a salt flat, only very light blue.

The sprinkled diatomaceous earth got covered by repeated dousings of rubbing alcohol and then one-part-Dawn-four-parts-water, which led to a crusting when all the liquid evaporated, and a bit of a blue color from the dish soap.

I'm really, really dreading all the cleaning that I'll have to do when it's been 3 weeks since my last bedbug bite, since I suppose I'll have to scrub the floors intensively to get all that shit off.

Generosity and Impulsivity and its Effects.

I really like how at this one coffee shop near my house, they walk around to everyone a half hour or so before closing time asking people if they want a free bowl of soup, since they'd just be throwing out the remainder anyway.

I've gotten lentil soup a lot like that, and the last time broccoli-cheddar soup, for a change.

When the staff give that to me, I always make sure to point out that I'd already tipped them when I got my coffee, and that I appreciate it.

I do wonder about the wisdom of taking extra food like that, though.

It's amazing how getting a bacon bun here or a donut there quickly leads me to pack on the pounds.

Within 2-3 weeks, I went from jeans falling off to a little ridge of fat around my waist when I sit down, which I don't like.

I should be less impulsive.

Flashback to Barhopping w/my one Modern Czech Lit Prof friend.

A few months ago, I was having drinks with my one modern Czech lit professor friend downtown, then I had to take off for a meeting for a bit, before coming back to meeting her.

When I finally got back, she was decently hammered, but I managed to drag her to a burger place and get some fries and water in her before she sobered up enough to hang out some more.

We then ended up strolling 20 minutes to this new bar/restaurant that was just opened up, that was East Coast / nautical themed (including in the establishment's name) and that had a whitewashed interior with random ropes and expensive antique-y nautical bullshit draped here and there.

"No one in New York city names anything the Midwestern, I don't know, Lodge!", she was like.  "That just goes to show you how much cooler the East Coast is."

(She's originally from a major East Coast metropolis, as she likes to point out now and then.)

Next to us, too, was this (white) woman filling out an employment form.

"Put down 'Transgender'," my one modern Czech lit professor friend leaned over and said.  "They'll be forced to hire you and you can do anything, you'll be golden."

"But I'm not 'Transgender'", she was like, which led to me and my one professor friend suggesting to her that she should maybe just put down "Gender non-conforming" instead.

"And it's true," my one professor friend was like.  "Everyone's gender non-conforming somehow."

"Hey, I suppose I'm gender non-conforming, too!", said the one hipper-than-thou, bearded, man-bunned, tight-bodied (white) (brunette) (early 30s) bartender who sidled up just then.

"Of course you are," I was like, "You have a man-bun."

At that, he got really quiet, and I immediately thought to myself, "Oh fuck, I shouldn't have said that," since it turns out that it was just a little too much and took the joke a bit too far.

Cravings are so odd.

I thought of cooking up a big pot of black beans for black-beans-and-rice the other day, but I simply didn't feel like it.

Instead, I bought ingredients for lentil soup, which I was making for the 3rd week in a row, it's been hitting me so good.

Cravings are so odd.

I love autocorrect! - suggestion for "radish".

The other Sunday at one of the coffee shops near me, I gave in to temptation and bought a "pickled radish and carrot" croissant since I'm a sucker for savory pastries and that just seemed good to me.

Because the sister of the pair of my (half British) (half Sudanese) sibling friends has been pickling things lately and on her encouragement I even refrigerator pickled some beets this past month, I went to text her about the croissant filling combination to see about what she thought about it.

(An added motivation was that the croissant came from a local bakery in my neighborhood that we had popped into when she and one of her friends visited me in my neighborhood at the end of the summer.)

Anyhow, when I went to go type in "radish" on my smartphone, autocorrect suggested "radfem".

Good news: All is well with hardware store owner's wife.

The other day on the way into work I took 15 minutes to pop into the hardware store to check in on the health of the hardware store owner's wife.

Fortunately, everything was clear, no cancer, and there was some pain for her after the surgery but it was manageable.

In fact, the wife was puttering around the store working, and I was able to say hi to her.

As it turns out, I had picked out a (cheap) (pharmacy) "Get Well" card with a dog on it b/c I thought the pic might make her smile, and the wife told me that she thought the picture of the dog on it was cute.

Isn't it nice that that turned out like that?