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This morning, I was having the following dream. I dreamed that I was already at work and getting ready for my meeting. It was quite realistic. I got my coffee and some water, then thought I'd check in on the fish bowl. The water was very dirty and the fish were looking quite sick. (Sure, I don't have fish in reality, but I think this must have been the HR fish tank, now that I think about it!) I started cleaning the tank with some paper towels, being careful not spill anything, and realizing that I better hurry, because my meeting would be starting soon. Then I woke up and realized: Oh yes, I'm NOT at work, and my meeting WILL be starting soon. Noooo! So I leaped out of bed and was out the door in record time. It took me 6 minutes to drive to work like a maniac, and as I peeled in to turn into the little service road to the parking structure, I saw a bunch of bees over at the hedge. As I started turning right, I looked directly into the hedge, and actually shouted "Eeeeee!" because a swarm of bees was inside it.

At lunch, I borrowed my co-worker's camera and went down to take the bees' photograph. I thought maybe grounds maintenance would have gotten rid of them by then... but no, there they were. Bees.

( A million ancient bees began to sting our knees )

Kind of crazy, huh?

I was walking outside, basking in the sunshine, when I saw him. How could I not? His dark green/brown body was a stark contrast to the red brick of the column. I approached and stared lovingly at him. He was perfect, almost as big as my hand. I wished I had brought my camera.

Just then, someone else who works here walked past and I showed her my new true love. "Do you guys have a digital camera?" I asked. She nodded, "Yes, but I don't think my boss would want you to use it to take photographs of a grasshopper."

At that moment, in a mighty whirr of wings, he took off from the column, flying clear across the walkway in that initial bound. I watched his body gleam in the sunlight as he flew off, his wingspan as big as a hummingbird's. I knew I'd never see him again. The best love affairs are shortlived.

( A photo of something like him that I found online )

My dear vaznetti, when you come back from your vacation and are reading my journal, do not read this entry.

( Because this is an entry in which I talk about cockroaches. )