vented

my weekend's over - i start working again in half an hour. another week of medical transcription. but i'm almost glad, glad to have something to fill the day, despite that fact that my job feels dead-end and i don't know what else to do for a living. i feel better this morning than i have for the last few days. i did a fair amount of reading over the weekend, a fair amount for me anyway, about 70 pages of dickens, mostly in the mandolin. kara and i watched 2 decent movies, rendition and michael clayton, neither of which was very cheery but both of which were good - we like mr gyllenhaal and mr clooney. our dryer - our clothes dryer - might be on the fritz; the heating element might be lost and i think we need to have it looked at, sometime this week, somehow. and i dreamed all through last night, it seemed, of shotgun blasts, graphic informational videos of how such blasts punch holes in people, dent them, mangle them, blow them inside-out - vivid, terrible, bloody dreams. and yet now i feel almost chipper. perhaps i have been vented.