To sleep somewhat early in preparation for an 8 AM doctor's appointment, and like most nights where I have to get up early the next day, I slept poorly. I dreamed I;d given up and moved back to Seattle and taken up my old job at Tripadelic, only it had been acquired by T-mobile (all the men were now wearing pink ties that matched the pink of the company logo) and (no surprise) thoroughly restructured, and while my old boss was still there, I wasn't going to be working for him anymore. The only continuity at all was that my DL, the one that I had set up to order Indian food once a week, was still active.
I dreamed I'd gone back because of my job, solely, and that I was tired of not working at a place where I felt 1) calm and 2) productive. So I gave up what I'd moved here for, all of it, as the stress and ill-fit of the job situation had just got me down too much, and what living here had to offer wasn't enough.
Off to get my blood pressure monitor thingie in a bit. Did I mentioned I volunteered to come into work tomorrow at 7:30 to make up for not being able to come in today at 8? I'm helping another team out with their work.