I would wish that tomatoes were always in season, for two reasons:
1. because they are delicious.
2. I can justify eating 1/4 pound of fresh mozerella for lunch and dinner 3 days in a row if I have it paired with tomatoes. Right? RIGHT?!?

If I could get a second wish, I would wish that my mouth didn’t hurt after eating many tomatoes.

After talking with B’s mom (of the S&B duo), I am increasingly more worried about my friends. They had evacuated their little town of Hammond and went out to S’s mother’s farm. They took their friend J, who has/had a beautiful house on the outskirts of the French Quarter with them. But B’s grandfather and uncle stayed put in La Place.

My thoughts are with you. And I hope to hear some good news soon.

Over the last two nights I have had three dreams that I think encompass my head space right now. Without much more flourish, here they are:

Dream #1. Sunday night. I dreamed that the Big A was going to pick me up from the store. I exited the building and he pulled up in a giant truck. I opened the door to get in and he pulled away. I walk back into the store frustrated, hear him honk, come out, try to get in, and he pulls away. At least TWENTY times before I manage to wake myself up and think about something else.

Dream #2. Last night. First dream. I dreamed that there were about 15 of us in the belly of an out of commission submarine (i.e. it was on land and old). We were being invaded by these green slimy blobs. We had sealed off all of the corridors and were in the very bottom of the sub. Then, someone wanted out. So we went to one of the hatches and when we opened it, green slime started dripping down, indicating that they were keeping guard over our exits. So we spent the night trying to thing of ways out. The next morning we decided that we would open one hatch and let the slime monsters fall through one or two at a time. Then we would kick their heads in until they died. Eventually we could maybe kill them all and we could escape. And it worked on the first dozen or so, then, it appeared they had machine guns. And the person holding the hatch up and letting the green monsters in slowly was shot in the head. But not before she pulled on of the monsters in with his gun. After the gunshots started, we closed the hatch and tried to come up with a new plan. And none of them were good. We thought about the escape hatches on the floor, but they were also guarded. And in a point of desperate hopelessness, someone suggested killing our group of people with the machine gun so that there was no more suffering in the belly of the sub.

If at this point, I haven’t scared you away or you feel compelled to read dream #3, just click the extended entry.
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I just had a co-worker, nay, a SUPERIOR tell me that I should look at my data, guess what the answer should be, then somehow make the data fit the answer. Does this sound strange to you? Cause I am freaking out. I have TWO MONTHS to finish my thesis and he wants me to GUESS at the data?!?!?!?! He’s an author on the paper, shouldn’t he be a little more active in this whole writing and processing data?!

I am so screwed. I just want to get through this.