Goes Somer * Goesomer * Gossamer

 
I stayed at home today; in part, my nose is still runny, my throat sore, and I'm stuffy-headed though I could have toughed it out at the office. What decided it for me was that I knew the A/C dude would be coming by to clean the coils and I had to be here.  $170 later, the A/C is fixed! That's right; one problem is solved. Now I need to work out how I'm to solve the other repair problem--the leak in my basement. 

I'm tempted to take a nap, but I need to fall asleep on time this evening--I was awake until about 2 AM in spite of the fact I went to bed at 10:30. 

I have dreams:
My fucked up dreams continue. Last night, I dreamed the coworker who has been training me shot a dude in the face. Why have all my dreams been violent and distressing of late?

That old novel I've been reading is alright. It's far-fetched and melodramatic, yet at time painfully accurate in its depiction of scumbag men who will not leave a lady alone when she's not interested. It's depressing that dudes who can't take hints--to whom a polite 'no, thanks' or obvious polite declining of attention or affection means 'harass away'--has been going on for nigh on forever if it was happening 250 years ago.