Bad world. No biscuit.

[triskellian]

I'd like to add my sympathies to the huge pile accumulating at the feet of the <name of company belatedely removed> people, whether you've still got a job or not. I was made redundant a couple of years ago, and it sucked, and I was told by my former colleagues that working in a post-redundancy company sucked, too. I hope you're all OK.

I spent a large part of yesterday afternoon and evening disproportionately freaked out over the death of a cyclist yesterday morning, just down the road from smiorgan's office. To which he cycles most days. I know that one accident doesn't make his journey any less safe than it was last week, but, but...

And then, I had the worst wedding-anxiety dream yet, last night. This was the first one featuring the actual day, and it was in great detail. smiorgan had vanished, the bridesmaids were in revolt, my house was full of people I didn't know, and something terrible had happened to my dress. And that's just the start.

The worst thing about this continuing series of dreams is that I'm actually not anxious about the wedding. I'm not even particularly anxious about the various arrangements we haven't yet arranged. But my brain evidently thinks I should be being anxious, so it's taking advantage of that realworld/dreamworld crossover thing to project a whole other set of emotions onto me.

Yes, I'm aware that it's ridiculous to be writing about my brain as the enemy.

While I've been writing this, colleagues have talked about broken sleep, unusually quiet roads (oversleeping commuters?), nightmarey children... From a practical point of view, I believe that bad/odd stuff clusters, but from a theoretical point of view, it doesn't seem to make much sense...

But I'm rambling, so I'll stop.

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Re: GIC

[leathellin.livejournal.com]

Or if you want a silly pun...

Re: GIC

[triskellian]

That's the kind of thing I was thinking of, in fact ;-)