I bought a Crock Pot today.  It is currently full of something that I am hoping will be corn soup.  I decided to buy a slow cooker after spending much time online this morning (yes, during work) looking at recipes for stews and soups.  As I do not have all the ingredients for any of the recipes I found for corn soup/chowder, I just threw in vegetables and chicken broth with some seasonings.  I also cleaned the kitchen, including mopping the floor.  It's all too weird.

The condo complex is having the roads/parking lots repaved.  My road was done today.  Had to park in the grass on the main road but not far from my place.  According to a letter from the management, anyone who is behind on their maintenance fees will not have their parking spot numbered when they repaint the parking spaces, which makes the spot a non-reserved spot.  I guess that is supposed to be motivation to pay.  I find it interesting.

I received in the mail a lovely photo of my car taken by the EZ-Pass people of the Garden State Parkway.  It seems that I somehow went through a toll and didn't pay without realizing that I did this.  I don't go through tolls without paying, so I can only assume that I drove through a toll booth without realizing it.  Or I paid and it somehow did not register my payment.  How could I drive through a toll, at noon, no less, when there would be lines of cars, without noticing?  I believe that is actually the one time all year that I have been on the freaking GSP.  Ah, yes, so the joy of that adventure cost $26.

*sigh*  How am I ever to feel rested if all I do during sleep is have bad dreams?  I had a very complex nightmare this morning (morningmare?).  It involved an alien race who was at war with another alien race.  Something about the nature of their physiology made them have problems warring with these other aliens and required them to seek out other races to do the fighting for them.  Lo and behold, they found that humans worked.  Except, of course, that the human army they kidnapped and forced (or tried to force) to do their bidding wasn't particularly fond of being kidnapped and turned into an army.  This alien race was just so complex that I'm curious as to how my brain came up with it and I really wish I were a writer because I'd be rolling in money from the book and the subsequent movie deal.  I think they had a commonality and, while they knew that humans did not have such a link, they didn't understand what it was like.  They thought it was death to separate one human from the rest of the group.  The humans who had been separated would insist they weren't dead, and even beg to be killed, but these people didn't understand it.  They'd insist that the humans were dead.  It was really hard getting through to them in any manner at all.  It was very long and exhausting with all that hiding and running and trying to get these fools to listen and pretending to be dead and pretending not to be dead and, as is the norm with my dreams, I woke up in pain.  It's only the entire left side of my head and neck.  Joy.

I should be on my way to work but I got a late start, what with lollygagging in bed for 45 minutes after the alarm told me that I should get out of said bed.  I was already awake, afraid of moving because I could hear aliens sneaking around my apartment, being poked by a hungry cat, and having to pee like a racehorse.  I want credit for (a) having on clean underwear (b) ironing a very wrinkled linen blouse to wear (c) making coffee at home, on a weekday noless.  No-less?  No less?  Odd, I don't think I'd ever written that before, though I've said it and heard it often enough.  No less.  Two words.  I think.  My head hurts.

My car payment is due today and I have yet to mail it.  And I have been doing so well on my bill paying.  I even plunked down $500 on Mastercard last week. Granted, I shouldn't have been using the Mastercard; I used it to buy the Nutrisystem from QVC and then bought a few other things from QVC and that credit card was already in my profile so I just . . . yeah . . . *jingles heart necklace and looks innocent*

OK, I feel less weird and alien-nightmarish now.  No, I won't be at work on time (which is in eight minutes) but it's a Tuesday, so I don't care.  Oh, right, there was a long weekend thing.  I did a few productive things but did not pack away summer clothes, which was my kinda-sorta plan.  It got hot again.  Blasted summer weather!  I was enjoying that cool and looking forward to wearing non-summer clothes.  I should probably try on my work clothes for fall/winter to see if they fit.  I'm hoping they don't, although that means investing in new work clothes.  And I really having to go to work.