Weekend

So this is what my weekend looked like.

Friday during the day: I had a migraine. I took a lot of drugs so that I could deal with said migraine without ripping my brains out.

Friday night: I picked L. up at the train station. I ended up playing hell finding parking near the station since it was Elm Fest. When we got to my place, I gave her the tour of the new house. She thought it a beautiful house, and she said her mother in particular would have loved a house like this. Then, my sister came over and we went out to dinner at Sushi Nest, which is in downtown Elmhurst. Again, I had a hell of a time finding parking. I think I circled through the parking garage about two times before I found anything. Dinner was awesome and the company was great. We went to my house for awhile where we talked and I showed J. Swedish chef videos on YouTube. I think my personal favorites are the Chocolate Moose sketch followed by the donut one. Heh heh...YouTube is great for wasting time. Since L had to get up early tomorrow, J went home and I gave L a ride back to her apartment.

Saturday: I had another migraine. I had work to do so I worked anyway. It sucked because I felt like I was going to throw up. doomsey wasn't at home since he took emygination car shopping. He threatened to kick my butt when he got home if I hadn't taken anything for the migraine by then. Since I had to take drugs on Friday and another day this past week, I was reticent to take more. I decided to take some more Excedrin so doomsey wouldn't kick my ass.

Saturday night: When doomsey got home, I had a Trader Joe's satay for dinner. Then, doomsey and I watched an anime movie called Paprika. It was a very bizarre movie. I would have to say that I would have to rank it right up there with the anime, Lain, as a complete and utter mindfuck.

Sunday: I didn't get a migraine. Yay for me! I went over to the cemetary about two blocks away from my house to trim the grass and weeds away from my grandparents' and other relatives' headstones. I looked at the dates again and realized that both my grandparents and my aunt were relatively young when they died. I think my grandfather was in his sixties (I didn't pay too much attention to that one), my grandmother was seventy-three, and my aunt was sixty-nine. I tell you...I have some really sucky genes in my family compared with doomsey's. Most of his grandparents lived to be more than eighty years old.

When we were kids, this cemetary used to allow people to bring live plants and put them out. They used to have water hoses where you could draw water for them. They have since taken them out, and it looks like people set out artificial flowers now. That is so hokey.

When I got home, I did some more weeding outside. It looks like I'm going to have to attack the way back again in the next week or so.

For dinner, doomsey and I went to Elmfest. I got a pulled pork sandwich from Sweet Baby Ray's as well as a strawberry-bannana smoothie (very delicious!) and doomsey got some random Thai food and a lime-bannana smoothie. Personally, I liked my smoothie better. While we ate, we listened to a group that was impersonating the Beatles. The music was quite good actually. Then, we walked back home. I must say that, as you get closer to the downtown area, the cicadas get loud. I was tempted to cover my ears when we passed by a couple of trees because they literally sounded like they were screaming. That...and I swear to God that the sound cycles. They get loud. Then they get soft. Then they crescendo again. Bizarre.

I've noticed that the cicada noises have been moving steadily northward. I've also been hearing a few more cicadas in my neighborhood, but so far we're not completely inundated with them. I hope it stays that way because the areas that are completely infested with them smell very bad. Somebody told me that it's because they release a pheromone. I'm not going to be amused if I have to spend this entire summer feeling like I'm going to narf because of some stinky bugs. I also told doomsey that, if it gets as loud as some of the places we walked through, I'm going to close up the house and turn on the air conditioner. Gah!

Tonight, I think I might go grocery shopping. I'm kind of tired from the walk that we had, so I might sit on my butt for a few more minutes...

Silly cat...

Dear cosettemonster,

I know you really like to chase bugs, and that's nice. I really do appreciate it when you reduce the bug population in our house. However, today you were being particularly annoying. You kept pouncing on the screen door this evening in a futile attempt to chase the moths that were outside. Obviously could not get at them through the closed screen door. While you were doing this, I was catching and killing quite a few carpenter ants that had managed to make their way into our bathroom. This should be your job since I'm not a cat and I don't like playing with or eating bugs. Can you please focus more on chasing the bugs you can catch rather than the ones that are outside and you can't? Thank you.

A Very Bizarre Dream...

How do I explain this one? Last night, I listened to two songs by Loreena McKennit and ended up with a book idea. I thought a really interesting source that might give me some more ideas was the Koran and the history of Islamic civilizations. (Knowing me, even if I do come up with a good plot and characters, it probably won't get written anyway...but what the hey). Out of curiosity, I googled an online translation of the Koran in English and ended up reading the first two chapters of it. Do you even call them chapters? Or are they called books like in the Bible? I have no idea. I figured that, at any rate, I wouldn't be wasting my time since I've been interested in world religions and biblical history for quite some time now. (And particularly in today's day and age, it wouldn't hurt to have some knowledge of the what the Koran is all about anyway).

Back to the story. As I was reading it, I found it difficult to understand, but I was able to pick out the gist of it. (I was more interested in reading it for the stories it had to tell anyway). I imagine it must have been difficult to translate in the first place since the Koran is written as poetry. Am I right? And poems don't always translate well from one language to the other.

After I finish reading the first two chapters, I went to bed since it was pretty late. I ended up having a dream in which a man, who I never really see in the dream, was explaining the parts to me that I didn't understand. I was actually kind of annoyed that doomsey woke me up in the morning because he interrupted it and it would have been interesting to see where it would have went. I didn't remember anything he said when I woke up, but in the dream itself it made perfect sense and, from my reaction, I was interested in what the guy had to say.

And no...don't try to read anything more into it. It was just a dream and I'm not going Muslim. Thank you.

Oh...and I'm probably not going to read the Koran before I go to bed anymore either. That was just too weird.