Bon voyage, Laura.

Last night I dreamt I was involved in some sort of convoluted plot to foil criminals, but this was happily punctuated by stopping several times to make out fiercely with House. In my dreams, he's a GREAT kisser.

You know, that's hard to type when your "o" is sticking!

I expected that to call SPP out of the ether.

Have a great trip, Laura, my sister in band-aid allergies.

In my dream, I was trying to hide a box that had a body in it among a lot of other boxes. I know that you are all backing away slowly, but there was no killing in this dream, just the logistical problem of hiding the box. I need to watch less television. Or different television.

There were some wild storms and scattered tornadoes here last night, but the damage was mostly west and north of me.

I've been having a lot of very odd/bad dreams lately, that I promptly forget when I wake up. I know a few days back, Juliana was being very mean to me, and that the night before last I spent most of the dream crying, but I've completely forgotten last night's dream, even though I woke up glad it was over.

So turns out the mystery train trip was to York, where I've been wanting to visit for ages. Stayed in a lovely hotel, ate some lovely food and saw all sorts of very old things. Then came home last night for birthday drinks with friends.

Le Bloke is definitely winning at Boyfriends this week.

And here's wishing more bunnies and puppies and chocolate in people's dreams in future. And maybe some cheese.

Ooh, I loved York. I was only there a day, and I want to go back. Intact city wall! Vikings! Huge boyfriend points, there.

Yay for winning boyfriends!

Last night I dreamt I was involved in some sort of convoluted plot to foil criminals, but this was happily punctuated by stopping several times to make out fiercely with House. In my dreams, he's a GREAT kisser.

She's Hott and Wise; He's Caustic with Eyes. They fight crime.

I have completed 5 pages! 25% of the paper is done!

ps- I love York.

25% is practically finished. Well done.

Yeah, York is gorgeous. The best/worst bit was climbing to the top of York minster. Great view, climb was bit of a struggle towards the end.

Weird dream. My dreams are usually non-political, which is a great relief given how much of waking life is spent on politics. Last night was an exception. I dreamed the U.S. invaded OZ. (as in wizard of, not Australia or the fictional prison) In retrospect I guess it is funny, but it really was horrid nightmare; Toto was killed quite graphically, as was the entire Lollipop guild. It is funny to tell in a dark humor sort of way, but dreaming it NSM - woke up screaming, and still shaking. No more popcorn close to bedtime.