Diamonds and Donuts

I got a message in the mail telling me my books are here, and all I have to do is go pick them up. I would be more excited if I had the energy to be, but lately sleep tends to dance just out of reach. These extra strength sleeping pills that I take before attempting to rest have not been very affective, and the lack of sleep weighs me down during the day. I want a job so that I have something to wear me out and focus on to alive this issue, but alas that aspect is not forthcoming. People don't seem to want to hire you if your unemployed, and you can't get employed unless someone hires you. Then the same goes for experience, but no one will take the chance you can do the job without it being on your resume. It is an undeniably idiotic example of a Catch 22 where no matter what I do there is absolutely no way to move ahead of my debilitating situation. At least I had a rather fun dream last night in one of the few hours I managed to sleep. I was with my boyfriend looking for a place to eat, and it was raining outside. We come across a real fancy jewelry store, but I can smell the aroma of food coming from it. After passing a guard at the door, there are lots of glass displays throughout the store, but the interesting thing was that they were filled with pastries along with the jewels. The clientele roaming around the store were rich and didn't seem to notice me and my boyfriend come in. As I looked at the beautiful rings and necklaces a saw raspberry tarts and cinnamon twists displayed in the same manner as the jewels and just as expensive. There was a bakery in the vault where the back stock of diamonds are kept, and I grew more hungry by the minuet. So I searched for my favorite doughnut (the chocolate covered cream filled kind), but that was when I noticed there were no chocolate pastries in the entire store. When I asked the guard about it he said it was a rich person thing and asked us to leave. As I walked out I realized I had something in my pocket, and when I pulled it out it was a chocolate covered doughnut. I turned to the big guard and told him, "I don't need their over priced tiny portions of pastries because I got my own, and I only paid a dollar for it." Then I ate it as we left to go find another place to eat, and woke up. The one thing I miss since moving out to California was the lack of rain, but I can at least enjoy it in my dreams along with the satisfaction of eating my dollar doughnut.