Short Skirt/Long Jacket (in the Winter)

The night before last, shortly-ish after unpacking my heart unto the internet, I fell asleep, being one who has become accustomed to that sort of thing. I had very lovely dreams, mostly because amongst the other figments of my imagination, there was a girl -a young woman, if you will- who was pretty, as dream people will be. Most importantly, though, we imaginarily got along famously. Following the rules of good dreams, I woke up as things were getting interesting (we went on a date!) and spent the following several attempts at sleep under the illusion she had been someone I knew and trying to figure her name. As she didn't actually exist, the morning came without that revelation.

Now, you could be saying, "Geez, Richard! You say you're bitter about love one day, and now you're a hopless romantic?" To be fair, you could be saying a number of other things, too.

Yeah, I don't really understand why, after falling to sleep thinking dark thoughts to all lovers everywhere, I conjured up the subconscious illusion of personable female company. Then again, it might just make sense. Besides, I'm always varying degrees of hoplessly romantic.

In other news, I think there is an odd assortment of forces playing with my mind. Yes, tired as I was, I decided serving my mom in the spirit of the holiday season would be, well, in the spirit of the holiday season. I went into the store, purchased the foods my mom requested, and returned to my car. Only it was slightly less in good shape then when I had left it.

Yes, a gentleman with a truck backed into my driver's side door, knocking off the mirror, and putting a dent in the side. Pah... But he was very nice and gave me his insurance information. Now I'm beginning to think that that all won't really be necessary, and a bit of tape will hold the mirror on and about the dent... it's not a vital fix. Maybe this is yet another chance to enspirit the days of holiness. But there's more!

The portion of Utah County in which I reside has been somewhere from hammered to slammed with snow! I haven't driven in snow for almost a year. People stress me while driving in snow. I'm almost out of gas in my car. And I was cold. The trip did much to get me more high-strung, but now I'm at home, warm, relaxing, my car as intact as it was yesterday (minus a gallon or two). The best part of winter. Except for the whole watching a movie by the fireplace with hot chocolate, a woolen blanket, and person of the opposite gender. And Christmas with family. And snowball fights with the neighborhood kids. *sigh*

Well, happy holidays everyone! Travel safe! Don't trust any strange men wearing white beards and red suits!