I've been running mostly nowhere

Nå er det høyre nesebor som renner. Visste det! Er typisk at ene neseboret renner i dagevis, og når det endelig slutter, begynner det andre. Stakkars venstre nesebor er like tørt som ørkenen. Uansett, kom meg ut av døren i dag, til og med i bare ben! Det har vært fint vær, og det skal være fint vær en stund fremover nå. Veldig deilig. Jeg gikk først for å utforske storsenteret, så etter kjole til bryllup og vintersko. Fant verken, er ikke helt sesongen ennå. Gikk videre til matbutikkene som jeg skulle på. Kjøpte teen min, epler, røkt laks, kidney bønner, etc. Altså, ting jeg liker. Gikk hjem i sola, myste mot alt og alle, også gikk jeg og la meg i det mørke rommet mitt. Neida, det er ikke mørkt. Jeg lagde meg lunsj, også så jeg ferdig sesong èn av Teen Wolf. Det er fortsatt overraskende hvor mye jeg har glemt. Òg hvor mye jeg faktisk husker -- sa setningene før de faktisk sa det på skjermen. Har sett på serien via. mobilen. Skjønner ikke hvorfor jeg ikke ser på pc, f.eks. Tror det har noe med at de mer nifse scenene blir mindre nifse på en mindre skjerm. Sitter litt fast i tankene mine for tiden. På tide å finne frem malingen og være litt kreativ tror jeg. I morgen er det kinodate med Oyster som står på menyen. Er veldig lenge siden jeg så forløperen til den nye Star Trek filmen, men det går vel greit. 

I've been running mostly nowhere

I had a strange dream, but not one of those unpleasant ones. Dreamt of going back to Paris with Oyster, to the same hotel but a shoddier room. We didn't really know what to get up to, since we've already been to all the touristy spots. In the midst of our trip, Oyster upped and left me alone. Then somehow I ended up in Copenhagen alone. I walked a familiar road that split in two directions. Instead of walking the direction I usually take, I went the other and ended up climbing some rocks to see myriad of people enjoying a spectacular view. Beside me sat this kid with his thumb in his mouth. Probably four years old, but had somehow managed to get up all the rocks. He was unfamiliar until he was familiar. It was my youngest nephew, and this was the future. After climbing down we got picked up by Lynx's in-laws in a car that could compete against Mary Poppin's bag. Because though it looked like a normal car, all of Grepper's relatives sat in the car. We got dropped off at the road of Lynx and Grepper's old place, and when we went inside the dining room was all decorated. It was my oldest nephew's birthday. He was sat in the lap of Lynx, looking at the chocolate cake. I tried to snap some pictures of them, but neither would cooperate with me. Weird dreams like these are amusing. I've been obsessed with Tom Rosenthal's music for many months now. He's become my go-to music when I tire of everything else. I want all his albums basically. One of my favourite songs is called Every Sock Gets a Hole. I can't decide whether to buy his album B-sides for myself, or to ask for it for Christmas. I should do the latter probably, seeing as I'm supposed to save my money. I've been dreading today, because I have a night shift. I loathe night shifts because I hate waiting for things to happen. It makes me all jittery. I also hate the time pressure that ascends once the clock hits 6 am. Cause within two hours I should be done with a load of things, and it's not easy. Especially today, cause I've got the lone responsibility for 13 patients+ for the first time. I'm really looking forward to be done with these night shifts, if you couldn't already tell. Yesterday was a good shift, though I was prepared for the worst. My visit to Oyster ended up being rescheduled, which might have been the reason for the first part of my dream. Instead I just read, read and read. Finding a great writer is always gold. I'm going to head back to bed soon. Ought to get some hours of sleep before I have to stay up all night. Happy Monday!