Just woke up from very odd dream.
Post apocalyptic fanfic, apparently, as Buffy and Spike were travelling along together and came upon a settlement of humans under attack by demons. They got the demons sorted out, then vaulted over the wall to meet and greet the humans. Buffy was so discouraged at the state of things that she encouraged Spike to start drinking people, because letting them live would be giving them false hope. Spike responded by telling her he couldn't do that in front of her, so give him some room. When she went off by herself in the encampment, he started chatting with the people, and did not eat them.
If I were writing the fic on purpose, at this point some of them would volunteer for controlled feedings.
We got back home this evening. That's the good news. The bad news is that the baby is sick and I am sick. Which just sucks ass.
Oh, no. What kind of sick, Cashmere? I hope you both get better, right away.
Tom and I went to a local hotel client event last night and (gasp) networked! Well, it's not so gasp-worthy for me, I can ramble on about stuff with just about anyone, especially with a gimlet or 2 in me, but Tom did some terrific conversation with a CEO of a local company. I was very proud of him, it's very tough for him to do.
Good for him. This is always what I think of as "too bad for everyone." The soft spoken, thoughtful people are the ones worth listening to, says I (probably too loudly, and I'm likely interrupting when I say it).
Freaky dream, Andi.
I'm not sure why I've been comfortable grabbing TV shows off the internet, yet have never posted anyone else's recipe in public. Not sure at all. I don't think it's about whether or not anyone will notice, either.
However, when you bring money into it, I think ... well, it's not quite cousinjean, but I'd be uncomfortable with the board acquiring money through a copyright violation.
Good for him. This is always what I think of as "too bad for everyone." The soft spoken, thoughtful people are the ones worth listening to, says I (probably too loudly, and I'm likely interrupting when I say it).
Heh. It helped that they were talking about AI stuff and we didn't know the guy was a CEO till they got into the conversation.
That is a freaky dream, WindSparrow.
This must be the season for vampiric dreams, because I dreamed last night that I'd moved into an apartment complex that was inhabited by them. It was a very modern apartment complex with an open floorplan and lots and lots of windows, so I suspect the vampires were not that bright. Or perhaps they got their own Jems of Amara as a lease signing bonus.
Were they pretty?
The vampires? Hard to say. I was warned about them by a little old lady who dropped by to welcome me to the apartment complex. Mostly, I just saw suspiciously moving shadows outside. The apartments were rather lovely, in a modernist kinda way. (All big windows and odd angles.)
I just got home from dropping Toto off at the vet for his all-day test. I cried the whole 45 minutes home, but have basically decided that I'd rather just know what's going on. This not knowing shit is not fun. At least once I know what it is I can make decisions and deal with it. So, I don't hope that he has Cushing's Disease, but I hope these tests help us figure out what it is.
