12 May 02
Today was a strange day.
I woke up at noon in the twin bed I grew up in. It’s big enough if I lay there like I’m dead. Unfortunately, I curl and turn and use about twice the real estate available to me here, so I wind up on the windowsill, half off the bed, curled up at one end of it, etc. It’s strange to wake up so many times during the night. The bed is also about four times fluffier/softer than what should be legal. So I keep half-smothering myself everytime I roll over. (You’re probably asking why you should care. I haven’t posted in quite a while, so gimme some slack.) Another weird thing about sleeping at home is the sunlight. My room here is above ground with two windows. This means there is an inescapable bounty of light by about 9 AM. Here, my habit of hibernating until people come back from a day at work/school at 5 PM is impossible. I’ve been waking up at 10 with the same attitude of a waking vampire on the receiving end of a Maglite attack.
After the strange bout of above-ground undead waking, the next event was to go to a church event with my mom. I thought it had something to do with Mother’s day, but I wasn’t sure. When our car pulled up, my mom gave me something to hold. It said ‘pansies and daffodils’ on the side, among pictures of flowers, lace, and cute little duckies. Finding this rather odd, I hoped this event and the bag in my hand were unrelated. I hoped wrong. It turned out to be a full-blown tea party that could make Martha Stewart jealous. If I see another teacup again, it’ll be too soon.
After that event, soon to be forced out of long-term memory, my family went to the Olive Garden. There, I ran into two people I worked with at Winn-Dixie six or more years ago. I had previously randomly bumped into both of those people at separate occasions for no apparent reason around two years ago. I find this odd.