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I violated one of my productivity hacks: never start a challenging task on an empty stomach. Spent 1.5 hours this morning trying to fix a shipping problem with the quilt batting. After 2 phone calls, several live chats, & some colorful language, I *may* have resolved the issue.

First world problem! Ugh.

“Working in a Bookstore”

I’m working in a bookstore. I’m new. The employees seem chummy with each other, hugging & whatnot. They are kind to me as well, to my surprise. No one is micromanaging me, but I’m allowed to work at my own pace & interact (or not) with the customers as I please.

There is a coffeehouse on the upper floor of the bookstore. The coffeehouse is giving away free coffee. I ascend the polished wood staircase, but there are no other humans on the upper level. I’m able to wait though, & soon some coworkers join me.

The coworker serving the free coffee informs me it’s not that good, but I think it’s fine. I’m sitting at a table across from another coworker enjoying my free coffee. There is some sort of drama with him & another woman with long blonde hair.

The woman is showing me a photo of herself wearing a long skirt with a small floral print & chunky knit sweater. This is supposed to prove something of my coworker’s fidelity or lack thereof. I’m more interested & admiring of her outfit in the photo & indifferent to the human “love” drama.

I’m observing the scene with a detached curiosity. The other humans seem to want to involve me more directly, which only serves to puzzle me & adds to my curiosity of the unfolding tableau. I’m drama-proof even in my dreams.

“The Long Walk Home”

I’m in “school” again. More like a work/school hybrid. We’re planning a party for one instructor for later that evening. First, there is an event to attend. Humans are gathering in the basement hallways. I’m wearing a dress, but some others are dressed more casually.

More & more humans are filling in the narrow basement passages. There are even some friendly dogs gathering around & behind me. Some of the other humans are pursuing me. It’s unwanted. Once the other humans see me being pursued, they want to pursue me as well.

I’m leaving. It feels as if I’m walking in circles & getting nowhere. I’m finally reaching the entrance, which is also the exit, & able to reach the outdoors. I’m walking back to my apartment, but there are no sidewalks. I’m having to enter & exit buildings to make my way.

It’s difficult to walk in the heels I’m wearing, but I totter on. I’m entering the narrow staircase of a hotel, but a human stationed near the entrance informs me it’s 15 bucks just to enter the building. I’m turning around & leaving again.

Less sleep + more “mother” time =

The property I’ve been eyeing decreased almost 4K. It’s still out of my reach now. Nothing lasts forever. Things might not ever get better, but they can always get worse. I could be married to a narcissist & not just the Adult Child of narcissists. Doesn’t really matter at this point, since we all have “fleas” now.

In conclusion, sleep.

Maybe mother’s monologues could be a cue to curl up & take a nap?

Get some shut-eye? Count some sheep? Saw some logs? Hit the hay? Take 40 winks?

Headphones & Hypnosis

At the very least.

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Set up ironing place to press seams.