in my dreams.

a while ago, i started to take a new approach to sleeping. instead of trying to get by with as little sleep as i possibly could, i decided that i would sleep when i was tired. if it was three a.m. and i wasn't tired, i wouldn't sleep. if it was eight at night and i was...i would. it's simple. and for me, it works.

one of the benefits (?) of sleeping when i'm tired is that i dream a lot more than i used to. and my imagination always seems to run wild while i'm sleeping, so when i get to wake up and remember what i was thinking about the night before, it's sort of like christmas. things i never would have imagined if the lights were on...things like...bunk beds.

i'll be honest. i always wanted bunk beds. it seemed so glamorous on tv, and since i had two sisters who were pretty close in age to me, it didn't seem like something that should be so far out of my reach. and yet, to my dismay, i never had a bunk bed, let alone the set that i hoped for...the bottom bunk for hanging out on during the day, perhaps folding into a futon to read on, and the top bunk for sleeping and dreaming and writing secret stories in my secret diary (i wrote a lot as a kid, something i wish i did more of now that i'm older). boo.

my sophomore year of college, i moved into a fabulous condo where i had a bunk bed (sort of). it was more of a lofted bed, since my roommates lower-bunk was not actually attached and we had dressers under my bed. but it was still pretty okay.

and then last night !! i had a dream about bunk beds.

why? i'm not sure. it was a bizarre dream...i was at my friend's house and it was full of bunk beds! at least a couple sets, but not like a prison. more like...just different bunk beds for different reasons. one bunk bed for laying on and telling stories, one for watching tv, one set for watching the fish (there were a lot of those too), one bunk bed for sleeping, and so on for quite a while. needless to say, i was terribly jealous.

life goes on.

if there's nothing else i learn in life...it keeps going.

i buy the incorrect artificial milk product. countries go into recession. people die. cookies burn (not mine...but i'm sure others do). people get laid off. cars flip over. the scale tips a bit too far. chemo doesn't work. susan boyle doesn't win. neither does adam lambert. wars rage. traffic lingers. cavs lose. whatever.

but you still got to wake up and go to work the next day. still got bills to pay, people to see, things to do, deadlines to meet, miles to run, planes to catch and everything else.

life goes on.
and you just gotta keep from getting too jaded about it.

the lakers suck.

today i made some raspberry chocolate chip cookie bars.

that's what i did. i got the ingredients and i made them.

did i make them quite like i was supposed to? did i use all the correct ingredients in the right proportions? did i bake it for the right amount of time? did they turn out just like they were supposed to in the picture?

maybe not. but they are awesome. yum. and baking them kept me slightly distracted and not-so-angry as the nuggets were getting pummeled in the second half, and that's always good.

on a slightly different subject, i've been logging a ton of miles this week (on my shoes...just running a lot) and apparently that makes me hungry all the time. my body is burning fuel and demands to be re-filled-up. and so...i bake and run around like a crazy person because i can't even sit still long enough to watch a basketball game.

the end.