2005-01-03 - 10:18 a.m.
I have a lot to do today, so going back to bed after seeing David off to work was probably a bad idea. But I was sleepy, and sleeping in was just too tempting. (Well, not really sleeping in--I woke up still tired because I had to go to the bathroom, badly; my first thought upon awakening was feeling glad that the bathroom adjoins my bedroom, rather than being across the house like it is at my parents'. Little things like that can brighten your day when you're sleepy.)
I also woke up with a Melissa Etheridge song called "Mama I'm Strange" running through my head. The chorus goes like this:
"Mama I'm strange
The thoughts and the wants are the locks on the back of my brain
I'm descending pretending I'm blending I'm going insane
And they want me to change
Mama I'm strange"
It's a song about being gay, but I can identify with it too, because being a nerd has some similar qualities. Either way, large numbers of people dislike you because of something in your character that you have no control over.
Let's see, the trouble started in the fall of 1989 and abated in the fall of 1997. That was eight years of "strange." Eight years is still almost a third of my life, but maybe when I'm older it will seem less important.\
The other part of the dream I was having involved Bill Cosby lecturing about science while passing out chocolate milkshakes that had almonds, walnuts, and BEANS in them. Yes, it tasted as bad as it sounds.
