[This post is going to be bizarre, just so you're warned.]

While I was enjoying my new laundry facilities last night, I was chatting with Jeff. We were discussing if we’d seen Sunday’s episode of The Sopranos yet. Neither of us had, but were both working to remedy that situation. I finally got around to watching it at about 9:30pm. Holy crap! I won’t spoil it for anyone because I know a lot of people watch it in a very time-shifted manner, but man, it was crazy! I immediately called Jeff thinking he would’ve seen it by now too. But he had not, and at this point it was 11:30pm eastern. However, my excitement and astonishment meant that he was going to cave and stay up and watch it. He then informed me that he was going to call me when it was over. So I did what any good TV watching friend would do: I turned my phone off and went to bed. Heh.

However, I wasn’t rewarded with a peaceful nights sleep. I read for awhile and then it took me a bit to get to sleep. Once I did I had a very vivid dream. The beginning of the dream was so blissful. In the dream it was a lovely summertime and I was living in this great old house, doing nothing much in particular. The best part? John Mayer was my next door neighbor. Oh yeah. Good times. He was just taking some time off to relax and work on some new music. We’d hang out. I’d listen to him play guitar. He was the sarcastic, intelligent, and amusing friend I’m sure he’d be.

[An aside back into the real world: He has an EP out on iTunes called 'The Village Sessions' and there is a bonus video with it. A 20 minute piece on how he created/wrote the song 'In Repair' in one day with no plans before he hit the studio was astounding. Serious musical genius at work there. Its what draws me to his music more than anything. Nothing more attractive than true musical talent.]

Unfortunately, my lovely dream world couldn’t last forever. Eventually John had to go back out on tour and he packed up and left. But before he went, he gave me his cell number and told me to call whenever if I ever needed anything. Aw. How sweet.
The next thing I know, people are breaking into my house and chasing me. I’m being hunted by the mob. (This is where my mind is getting me back for ignoring Jeff.) And I’m running all over the place. And it wouldn’t be a good dream if the surroundings didn’t constantly shift. One minute I’m running down an alley, the next I’m out in a windswept field, near a dirt road watching a few people be bludgeoned to death. It was very Miller’s Crossing. And then there is more fleeing on my part. I’m hiding in office buildings, I’m running suburban streets. My cousin Audrey (who lives in Holland?!) appears and takes my mom to safety. More running. More locations.

I finally get myself hidden away and I realize I can’t call my family or I’d put them in danger. What is a girl to do when she’s running from the mob? She calls John Mayer, obviously. I call. He answers. I describe my situation. He completely freaks out and hangs up on me!

And that’s when I wake up. Its 2:45am. The moon is shining in my window into my eyes and I’m sweating. Great.

On my way to work this morning I contemplated my dream, even though I know its pointless. I was wondering where the John Mayer aspect of it came in. The mob stuff was obvious from watching The Sopranos right before bed. I’ve been listening to a lot of his music lately, though I have been for months and I’ve never had a dream about him.

Then I opened my email this morning, the very first message I saw was the notification that my tickets for the John Mayer concert I’m going to in a few weeks had shipped… This is where you’d cue the creepy music if you believed in those kind of premonitions. *chuckle*

At least I haven’t had my recurring dream of Mark Mullins being murdered lately. Those really freak me out.

I’m still unpacking. I know, its kind of ridiculous, but I’m nearly done. Just a few more boxes to stash away and I still need to hang things on the walls. More things. Don’t freak out and think I’ve lost my mind, there are some things on the walls already. The important things: the photos with Harry.

Is it a digression if you start off of your intended topic? Anyway, one of the things that I didn’t really dig about my new place was the washer and dryer facilities downstairs. The dryer had real issues and I’m too old to save all my quarters again. (I get much more joy out of putting them in the piggy bank I got from my Choka when I was a little kid.) My apartment had washer/dryer hookups, so today I bit the bullet and bought a washer and dryer. They’re used, but lovely. I got them from Foster Maytag here in town on the recommendation of J&S. I bought them over my lunch hour and they ended up being able to deliver and set them a couple hours later!

I’m on my third load of laundry already. Check out all those settings! At my prior residence, there were only three cycles.

I’m just as excited about the dryer, but I decided only one picture of dials was necessary.

And now back to the post title… they’re so close to my bedroom! Obviously, I’m just in an apartment so everything is close, but this is the first time I’ve never had to either go up and down stairs or go outside to do my laundry. Its such a treat.

Now for something completely different…

This turkey was strolling around in the parking lot when I left work tonight. I stalked it slowly and played chicken around some cars in an attempt to get a photo.

Now I’m going to go watch the penultimate episode of ‘The Sopranos’ and do some more laundry.