wishful dreaming

I bought a new mattress and box springs on Saturday; this was an activity of major importance in that I've been sleeping on a functional but very, very uncomfortable slatted Ikea futon and thin mattress since the end of September. I'm not the world's best sleeper anyway, but that certainly hasn't helped. Now, however, I've invested in a pretty nice (but over half-price) set and have been sleeping much more soundly. I'm considering it an early 40th birthday gift; a mattress and box springs set should last you about a decade, so figuring out how much I'm spending a night is almost nothing in that time frame. I even slept in Sunday morning, which is unheard of in my world. This morning I woke up at 5:11, but my alarm was set for 5:47 (I like to get up on odd numbers, not even; I'm not quite sure why), so I burrowed back under my flannel sheets and drifted off again. When my alarm rudely work me up a little over a half-hour later, I realized I'd been dreaming about a red-haired basketball player. I was kindof a groupie or something for this quite good-looking, tall, red haired basketball player— no freckles, though. The game he'd played in was over, or it was a practice, but I think it had been a game, and I was talking to him on the court itself. I remember him being somewhat self-disparaging in that he wasn't at all one of the well-known players, as though it were a professional team or something like that. I don't ever watch basketball, though I suppose I do have Ron (or someone Ron-ish) on my mind as I'd been writing on my TriathaRon fic before going to sleep last night. Very odd.

Oh, and today I'm wearing purple suede boots and a purple jacket with purple sequins on the cuffs. My coworker was at home sick today, so I've been doing my stylin' and profilin' out at the front desk of the library all day. Woot.

I have nothing of substance to say right now whatsoever, except that me being blithe right this minute is no reflection of what's actually going on in my real life. I do apologize for not being as current with people's LJs as I'd like, but my laptop at home and how I access my internet when not here at work is still being exceedingly testy. ::grumblemutter::

Is it Friday yet? I have fic to write and knitting to do, goshdarnit.