If I chose all the right colors, would this just disappear?

Last night, I went to bed late after about 5 hours of fighting with oDrive (the third party that funnels my pictures) where I finally deleted the folder and backed up everything off my HD. I'm also going through my own Amazon Account rather than Sid's. Was wanting to do that for a few years now. It's still in the process of uploading as we speak. Needless to say, I went to bed tired and frustrated, even though the rest of my weekend wasn't too bad in retrospect. I got a lot done, including stuff at work, and got myself at least four hours each on both Saturday and Sunday. I also started packing small stuff-memory cards, papers I may need, extra batteries, etc. It felt very good to be productive.

But I guess my stress level from last night crept into my dreams, because I had a really fucking bad one where Sid and Scott both died. I can't remember how but all I remember is that they definitely died and I was wandering through the dream crying my eyes out. The dream was so real and intense that I woke up in the middle of the night and I was not a happy camper, let me tell you. It took me awhile to get back to sleep after that. Not sure what this dream was supposed to signify, but I rarely have nightmares, so I really hope this dream isn't trying to tell me something.

Nine days left, and I woke up this morning with a dry cough and a tickle in my throat. No, sir. Going to get some EmergenC when I leave work tonight and if it doesn't go away by Friday I'm going to urgent care for a steroid shot. Not happening, no sir. Asshole Diety is NOT fucking this up for me. On Friday I'm going to go make groceries and get some big ziplock bags so I can start packing, I already started laundry last night and I don't know where the fuck all my clothes went. Depending on how much I get done Fri/Sat I may or may not work Sunday, probably will. Still have to find a haircut and throw my printer out of the damn window; I don't know why it won't work on the week I really need it to but I just need to print out my plane stuff and I can do that at work.

I really love my Alexa but yesterday it was on a kick of playing the most depressing love songs ever, which is not something I need to hear being that I am trying to keep my head above water and trying to stay productive. It played that Aaron Lewis song that I quoted in my last entry and I had to turn it off for a good thirty minutes. I'm sticking to Lindsey Stirling station for awhile. The most important thing is to keep my brain busy, and given the state of my life over the next few days, that should be easy.

I'm submitting another piece to that online site but I have to get my thoughts together enough to make it into something worth sending in. I got a few messages on Instagram thanking me for my other two pieces.

Off to lunch.

-Rae

Because we run in vicious circles, Until we're dizzy with disdain, And there's miles and miles between us, Yet we still remain