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[phthalombrage]

Shitty fluorescent lights are bad for determining what color my arm is, but at least I can see my laptop screen. (Outdoors has the reverse properties.)

I realized I dreamed either tonight or this week of meeting my parents' new cat. A kitty!
And I know I had another dream last night. And still woke up at 6 am like every day, to desperately snatch an hour or so of sleep before the alarm. Then a whole series of events made me a few minutes late for work, but it didn't matter.

I should pick up my paycheck today. Money! Then I can panic about whether or not I can afford next year some more.

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[redglasses.livejournal.com]

Is your arm not currently the right colour?*

I still dream about my cat sometimes, and think 'cat' every time the latch on a not-quite-closed bedroom door clicks open.

*Besides 'shitty fluorescent green'

[phthalombrage]

I was sitting in one of the Weanbooths waiting for the one remaining elevator in operation (because CMU loves to make a mess of itself over the summer), and my arm looked about the same (suggestive of disease) beige as the tabletop, but with a pinkish cast that would come and go. It was a little unsettling. I don't know whether the overpowered air conditioning might have also been a player in the discoloration mystery; it does turn my nailbeds bluish.

My parents just adopted this cat in March or something, and it was one of very few times I wished I went home more often. I'll see her around Christmastime, I guess. It is sort of refreshing that dreams of a cat I have only seen in pictures have replaced the zombie/confusingly reanimated kitty dreams starring my childhood pets.