{"id":4176,"date":"2010-07-18T22:44:28","date_gmt":"2010-07-19T02:44:28","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/?p=4176"},"modified":"2010-07-18T22:44:28","modified_gmt":"2010-07-19T02:44:28","slug":"youre-talking-about-dreams","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/?p=4176","title":{"rendered":"“You’re talking about dreams?”"},"content":{"rendered":"

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So, what did I do today?<\/p>\n

Well, first thing this morning, I was woken up by Tucker, our dog, who was barking downstairs. He’d apparently thrown up his breakfast, I’m assuming shortly before his plaintive barks woke me from my dreams. (My father had gone to the store not too long before that, and I don’t think that’s something he could have missed on his way out the kitchen door.) I took Tucker out into the yard — I was still barefoot and in my pajamas — and when we came back in I cleaned up the mess. He threw up again later, but I didn’t get the honor of clean-up that time thankfully. Tucker seems fine now, so I don’t think he’s actually sick or anything, but hopefully he’ll keep down tomorrow’s breakfast.<\/p>\n

After that, I watched this week’s episode of Burn Notice<\/i> — which I enjoyed, even if the show has been better in seasons past — and I worked on the Sunday New York Times<\/i> crossword puzzle. I didn’t finish<\/i>the puzzle, not quite yet, but I’m close. I did a little bit of writing — on my own, since my writing group wasn’t meeting this week — and I read a little bit. I also went to see Inception<\/a>, continuing something of a Leonardo DiCaprio mind-bending movie weekend. I liked it, even if the movie is a little slow and too cold at times. But it’s very clever and engaging, and an expertly pieced together puzzle box. I liked it a lot.<\/p>\n

Though Ken Jennings is right: this<\/a> is kind of weird.<\/p>\n

And that’s about it for my Sunday.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

So, what did I do today? Well, first thing this morning, I was woken up by Tucker, our dog, who was barking downstairs. He’d apparently thrown up his breakfast, I’m assuming shortly before his plaintive barks woke me from my dreams. (My father had gone to the store not too long before that, and I … Read more<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[],"tags":[14,28,17],"class_list":["post-4176","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","tag-movies","tag-personal","tag-tv"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4176"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=4176"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4176\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=4176"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=4176"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=4176"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}