Saturday, April 1, 2017

"Gonna Put You On The Shelf": What Jen's Been Saying In Her Sleep, March 2017

Largely aimed at me this month, with alternating encouragement, low-level hostility and accusation.

"We're just going to pretend that you're actually there... for tomorrow and the next day."

Jen: "That's like your whole job... Got some places to go."
Me: "Where's that?"
Jen: "Not gonna tell you right now. One thing at a time... Hair free... Yeah. Seems OK... You finding out some stuff? That sounds good."

Jen: "I think you can do it. I think you know how to do everything you need to do. Just write it down. You're not going to remember it... Gonna sign up. Put your name on the list and then [unintelligible] will call you."
Me: "Who?"
Jen: "I'm not going to explain this. Get ready... You'll get it right. You're good at that. Sometimes you just need a little push."

[Something about "a boat for you..."] "You're just over there all the time... that's all you do... you hang out over on the other side there. You don't do a lot of different things. You're usually over there."

Jen: "Put you on the shelf."
Me: "What would I do there?"
Jen: "What do you do here?"

"You live in two different countries."

Jen: "Gonna drool on you. Maybe someday you'll get your own."
Me: "My own what?"
Jen: "Everything you need."

"I haven't been talking to you or about you."

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