Rebecca's got a ton of rotten fruit and perfect aim.

[rebecca_in_blue]

I haven't posted in a good while, so here's a recap of what I've been up to. As you can see, it's not much.

Have you ever had a dream that left you feeling incredibly pissed-off when you woke up? I dreamt last week that Sara opened all our windows and threw all my stuff out onto the street. (Useless fact for the day: dreamt is the only word in the English language that ends in -mt. My dad had a book of useless facts, but this one I read on the back of a cereal box.) I was both furious and relieved when I woke up. It doesn't help that almost every time I wake up, no matter what time of day, she feels a need to tell me I'm lazy. Apparently sleeping at all makes me lazy.

A few days ago I finally washed the truck; we hadn't washed it since I don't remember when, so it was hard work getting all the grime off, but I actually kinda enjoyed it. It was a sunny day in Mom's driveway, with my iPod speaker playing and Sable rolling around in the grass. (Even though, for some stupid reason, I did it on the second day of my period, which is when I have the worst backaches known to man.) It turns out the truck is actually a pristine white, not dingy gray. I'm still not used to it. I even borrowed Grandma's dust-buster and cleaned out the cab.

For the past week, I've been almost completely abstaining from the NCIS reruns on USA. I got myself so hyped up over last Tuesday's new episode on CBS -- and this Tuesday's is the season finale (omg! breathe, breathe, breathe!) -- that I don't want to overdose. It feels good to take a little breather.

My damn ankles are always giving me problems, but today they're especially bad. I don't know why, maybe because I closed tonight and had to recover pods 9-6, which involves nonstop standing and bending.