John "The Gneech" Robey (the_gneech) wrote,
John "The Gneech" Robey

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I am Most Displeased by My Apparent Lack of Progress

I'd promise myself that I'd redouble my efforts, but after all the times I've redoubled them, I'm not sure I'm physically capable of it.

In case you're wondering what I'm blathering about, I have over the past week or so been plagued by dreams in which I'm running late for some thing or another, usually work, but no matter how hard I try or how hard I push, I just can't get there. The most common motif is that I'm trying to run or walk, but my legs feel heavy and leaden like I've already been running a marathon and I'm just plain worn out; another common motif is that when I finally get where I've been heroically pushing through to, what I was looking for has up and moved, forcing me to sigh, take a deep breath, and keep on running after it.

Last night was a good example: I was trying to get to work and I found myself mysteriously at that mall in Schaumburg, IL, across the street from MFF instead. I figured that while I was there I'd pop into the Starbucks and get some breakfast (since I was already late for work anyway and hadn't eaten), only to find that they'd moved it from the end of the mall where I thought it was, to the other end of the mall, so I headed off towards it, stiff tired legs and all, watching the time go from 9:30 to 10:30 to 11:15 in rapid succession. I woke up before I even got there, much less before I got work.

-The Gneech
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