My first dream in Mandarin

At the price of sleeping for maybe half the amount of time I normally sleep, I've found the key to warm feet throughout the night. I thought of it before, but, like other solutions I've come up with, I sort of forgot because sleepiness and fatigue sort of impair my memory. Or so it seems. It's like my mind is reset each day; I can barely remember what I planned or thought up in previous days.

I was right about filling up the empty space in my sleeping bag liner, it seems. I folded up the throw that I usually sleep under, and wrapped it around my feet at the bottom of the sleeping bag liner. I was so warm that I couldn't fall asleep for quite some time. I got to take off that damned hat, hallelujah. I was surprised that I was able to sleep at all with a hat on; usually I cannot sleep unless totally nude.

So I should sleep the full night tonight. If not, the next thing I should look into is my blood sugar. I'll have to appeal my health insurance company's denying coverage of a glucose monitor.

I did finally fall asleep somehow. I dreamed that I took a bus, public transportation. I don't know where I was going. At the end of the ride, the driver came to the back of the bus where I was sitting and spoke to me in quiet tones. At first I couldn't make out anything he said, he spoke so softly, then I understood that he was speaking Mandarin, but I couldn't understand, then I understood some of what he said, a few words, perhaps. First I was surprised that I understand any Mandarin at all. Then I felt aroused.

While he was talking apparently, the back of the bus morphed into the back of a classroom, and I was sitting at a desk and the driver was standing and leaning down to speak to me.

I've studied French since high school, and it took me years and years to ever have a dream in French. I've been studying Mandarin for six months. I'm doing it right.

I got my monthly income early, so I can buy shoes before January after all, hooray. But I cannot find any that I want. The ones I planned to buy, turns out the smallest size is probably too small. They are children's shoes.

I cannot keep shoelaces tied; they continually come loose, I must continually stop to re-tie them, and it drives me insane. So I prefer laceless shoes, which are often children's shoes. I like the velcro closures that go across the shoe because they allow me to tighten the shoe as much or as little as I want. I (as an adult) used to buy children's shoes from a discount shoe store called Payless; that's why I expect to be able to fit into kids' shoes. But maybe I cannot fit them anymore? Maybe my feet grew. Maybe that's why the last pair of shoes I bought were too tight.

Well, I'm quite disappointed. I've spent a couple of hours shopping online. As if to mock me, most of the kids' shoes stop one size below the size I'm assuming that I need. I cannot wear anything but minimalist shoes (many of which are hideous), so my options are quite limited. They're even more limited because I need something I can wear in the rain or at least in the aftermath of the rain (wet streets and small puddles). I'm so ready for an end to the misery of arriving home with soaked shoes and socks every morning. I want high-top boots to protect my socks from water. And I'll buy a vegan option only.

Oh duh, those shoes I wanted seem to be the right size after all. I was mixing up inches and centimeters and insole length and insole width. Sleep is so important. I just wasted my evening.

I hope these goddamned shoes fit because I can't afford shipping to send them back.