NP: Stone Temple Pilots, Thank You (CD)

Two important things about Chicago before I forget. We apparently have a spy store (several, in fact). I'd go in and ask to buy a spy, but I don't want to suffer the same bitter disappointment as when I found out what the Virgin Megastore really sells. Also, the most unnecessary traffic light in the city, as far as I know, is at Ogden and Hubbard.

Anyway, one of the reasons I always wanted to study more sleep behavior when I had the chance in college (other than "empirical studies," natch) is that there's so much interesting stuff that goes on. Heat loss, for example. This morning, like most other frigid mornings here in the urban tundra, my fingers, toes, and even my nose start off unnaturally cold. And nothing short of a hot shower will usually remedy the situation.

The problem with that today is that I'm sitting on my second strike with UPS, so if I miss them today, allegedly between 10:30 and 3, the backpack I bought from Eurosport for my open mike gear will go away. And Tony's coming over to drop off the Paul Weller CD for the cover band as well. So I'll type away here, hoping the activity warms my fingers to some extent. The weirdest part is my nose being cold, because it's qualitatively different than being cold from being out in the cold.

Also, the weird dreams were on overload this morning. First, it was a plane trip with a bunch of people I knew from high school, with the interesting catch being the toilet on the plane was out in the open, next to the other seats (which were all along the wall facing inward to the cabin), and I had to go. Then I was visiting my high school, and the percussion instructor, who I saw when I was home at Christmas, was asking if I wanted to either take over for him or help him out. I tried to explain, or at least intimate, that I live a long way away. Finally, I was moving into an apartment with 2 (!) female roommates, except they seemed to be from a friend's circle of serious fandom kids, so it was particularly weird, especially considering the one who had already moved in had set up a huge desk and computer in what was supposed to be my bedroom. Some attachment issues going on somewhere, apparently.

Dream analyses aside, that means between UPS and hopefully a follow-up phone call from Tuesday, today is going to be non-stop waiting up until the rehearsal for another unnamed cover band. And speaking of phone calls, I had some guy allegedly from Texas, allegedly over the Internet (not sure why he felt the need to tell me this), call me this morning and ask if I knew a guy who apparently did maintenance for a building, maybe my building, on Grace Street, where I used to live. Gotta be a scam somehow, but I haven't a clue what the angle is. Maybe if I said I'd try to help, he'd ask me to meet someone somewhere and he'd steal my kidney and leave me in a tub of ice.

And I was definitely awake by that point, even if it sounds like one of the dreams.