fegging snow.

[dira]

So I didn't sleep well last night - kept waking up at odd hours to peek out the window and see if I was snowed in enough not to go to work (am writing this from work, so I guess you can tell how that turned out). Wound up having a lot of weirdly jumbled dreams including one in which I was at someone else's house, I think for a party or somesuch, and snuck off into the computer room, booted up their computer, and managed to open the hockeyfic file in Word, since of course I'm the only person on the planet who actually uses WordPerfect. I screwed around with the file for a while and then realized that the party was migrating in my direction and I had to get off the computer! I thought for a minute about just closing the file and deleting it off this stranger's computer - but though I hadn't done any forward writing, I'd done some tweaking of earlier stuff, and I didn't want to lose it. I'd need to take the file home and convert it. A guy came in who I knew well, and I frantically asked him to help me work out how to email the file to myself and then remove all traces of it from this computer.

Standing in the shower this morning, I started wondering what I'd edited in the dream, and whether it was important. I think this story is starting to get to me.