Nightmares and Annoyances

Last night after my boyfriend hit the hay I was still wired. A friend of mine dropped by and we got to jawing until 1:30 AM. I was a fun discussion with some delicious rum but by the time I went to sleep round 2 AM I was pretty done in. Since I work through the weekends-it's my punishment karmically for liking too many cheesy TV shows from the 80s I think-I had to get up at 8 AM the next day. Hello tired stress! I was primed for nightmares.

I dreamed that my boyfriend and I were going to be intimate and as we were getting closer he whispers, "And try not to touch me this time. You're disgusting." And I'll leave out the part where he describes all my failings. As if that weren't terrible enough, he then goes to sleep and I am at a party where my friends are drinking all my liquor and I keep breaking family heirlooms. Another friend shows up with her husband and their new dog...the dog I had wanted apparently. (I want a dog currently but the LL says ah...no. ) Depressed in my dream I note it's 2 AM and I need to go to work tomorrow. It gets worse when I try to hide my vodka and my house keeper grabs me by the fat in my legs and tells everyone I'm a selfish little piggy. And then this other guy brutally attacks me. I punch him in the groin but he doesn't let me go and hoists me by my lady parts. I wake up literally distressed.

And now at work I'm still feeling the weirdness from that. Also having an issue with a fellow employee who believes it is his job to make sure I am working. Sometimes you should stay in bed, right?

Okay let's take it to the positive:
I am trying to bring my mood up by reading 'The Everything Guide to Writing a Novel' by Joyce and Jim Levene. We have a lot of in the meantime, the in-between time here at work and it's better than keeping an eye on the sad Anna Nicole tragedy...can't get enough of that one...can you say morbid obsession?

Also on the upside, I am going to force myself to write a couple hundred words in my novel every time I finish a chapter in the book. At least until I finish a chapter in my novel. It's better to be in another world than mine at the moment because my mind's eye stills sees the glass breaking on the ground and me trying to clean it up by placing the pieces in my mouth. Yipes.

Oh BTW the guy who was telling me how to do my job is now mumbling to himself. He was told not to tell me how to do my job and is now creepily muttering and mumbling. If I die today, tell MacGyver I loved him.

(artwork drawn in paint for lack of a more sophisticated art program at work. copyright Karen Kalbacher 2007.)

Art Gone Odd

My little sketchbook has gone a bit...odd. First there were bunnies in a meteor-moon bunnies and now there is this kid dressed as a squirrel. Not to sure what's happening with my style but I like it. I enjoy the oddness of it. I feel like I'm developing something interesting and fun. My current medium is so mixed. It goes from pencil to pen to Flash for a colors and even though I love him, reactions to the Squirrel Kid are even more mixed then my media. Ha!

Now if only I could come up with a name or a funny caption to go underneath him. Eh, if you think of anything let me know. In other news I was rejected for a job because I am an artist. The guy didn't think I would benefit from his office job. Maybe he was scared that images like my Squirrel Kid would be decorating the walls of his office. Imagine the nightmares! I'm frightened for him. He may have made the right decision.