I’m on an official countdown to my three day weekend… actually by the time I post this it will be even CLOSER – excitement!
I love days off from the daily grind. I don’t always use the time wisely but sleeping in when I’m supposed to be at work is nice. It makes it seem even more special than sleeping in on the weekend. I relish not having to set an alarm. Tomorrow? I’m headed out to B & R for an ice cream coffee milkshake (yep – totally accepting this flies in the face of yesterday’s whiny post about sugar), and it is “sugar free”! Yay! Bring on weird chemicals!
I do have some reasoning behind it though. I’m going to test out some Lactaide to see if this helps with some of my tummy upset with regards to dairy. I can do a little bit but when it comes in giant helpings, it’s a game changer. Since I will be traveling next week, I won’t have as much control over my coffee ingredients and I want to try a bunch of foods. I recognize taking pills in order to eat is a bit on the ridiculous side but in this case, I’m okay with it.
The other night I was sort of drifting in and out of sleep on the couch. It was late but it seemed like too much effort to get off of the couch, take my meds, take out my contacts, wash my face and then go to bed. So, I was laying there and suddenly my brain started thinking about our housing arrangements for New Orleans. There are a couple of us staying in a house-share type deal and my brain went all Supernatural on me. GHOSTS.
Listen folks, I believe in ghosts. I know my last apt was haunted and I am anticipating this one will be too. Because you know, it’s the south and New Orleans – I think everything is haunted down there. I’ve decided I will need to be able to pick my room and be able to feel out the ju-ju to make sure it doesn’t feel ghosty. If all of them do, I’m going to put some salt around my bed.
Naturally, by me simply thinking of this means I am going to have some vivid dreams/nightmares while I am down there. Due to my extremely active imagination, I can make things come true in my mind. My doubting travel companions shake their heads in skepticism but they’ve been warned. Hope they can fall back to sleep when I start crying out in the night!
Oh and I plan on going to some variation of a fortune-teller and/or a psychic. Not the crystal ball type, maybe taro cards? I’m not quite sure which one just yet and this will certainly play into my weirdo brain even more. What can I say? I’m masochist!
Would you ever go to a fortune-teller/psychic?