Julie's Journal

Last night one of our neighbors allowed his car alarm to go off – from one in the morning until who knows when (hours later). I’ve been having a terrible time sleeping, anyway, so I think I clocked in at about two or three hours tops, after going upstairs where it was infinitely quieter. I had this funny nightmare about being late to work because I was sleeping upstairs, too… I dreamed I overslept until 8:40 (after I’m supposed to be at work) and then, to top things off, couldn’t manage to drive to work because I was dizzy and kept crashing into telephone booths.

I have weird dreams sometimes.

Tonight I made a cheese-and-eggplant sandwich (Seth’s working tonight), on this funny rye stuff that isn’t sure if it’s a cracker or bread… sorta like pita bread, only crunchy. At any rate, it was pretty good. I’ve never cooked eggplant before, and I didn’t have any clue what I was doing, but I think it turned out okay. Not very filling, though!

I had some more significant things to say, but I’m really, really sleepy, and I apparently don’t have as much energy to write as I thought I did. So I think I’d better close, scoot off to get ready for bed, and save the deeper things for another day.