Well at least I am not alone.
Also cat just crawled up on my chest and sat down. Cannot see keyboard. Can barely see screen. But still good because I now have a heating pad on my chest.
In defiance of being awake, I am not making coffee yet.
Early ,'Objects In Space'
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Well at least I am not alone.
Also cat just crawled up on my chest and sat down. Cannot see keyboard. Can barely see screen. But still good because I now have a heating pad on my chest.
In defiance of being awake, I am not making coffee yet.
In defiance of being awake, I am not making coffee yet.
I think that's a good plan.
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So, my nightmares the second half of the night...In them I was a suspected terrorist on a train. I was held for questioning with a bunch of other people. The agents questioning me were using abusive techniques, and the actual terrorists kept planting evidence on me and my baggage to make me look guilty. They also kept threatening to do more.
I think my brain hates me...or at least thinks I'm a pretty big traitor.
Unca Saaaaaam, bug's being mean to the country again. Make her stop!
Your brain is just working stuff out. I still have dreams, at least once a month, that Christopher is missing. It's been three years and three months since his Slurpee Excursion was foiled.
I hate brains.
For some reason, I woke up around quarter to seven. I really had no reason to be awake before about 11 today. And I'm slightly hung over, and really want coffee, which I don't have.
Your brain is just working stuff out.
Yeah. That is so very clear to me.
I still have dreams, at least once a month, that Christopher is missing. It's been three years and three months since his Slurpee Excursion was foiled.
Oh! Poor you!
I hate brains.
Me too. I'm gonna take a stand and say they're bad.
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Hil, I think it's time for a trip to the local coffee shop.
Bad brains! Mine was in overactive mode last night. Hung here too late, then went to bed and didn't sleep for hours. Blah.
And yet I seem to be alert this morning. I've even accomplished stuff. Huh.
So Hil, apparently there was partying last night?
Smoking. Lord.
My first cigarette was a Dunhill. I was 15, I think. Now I smoke Marlboro Lights or Parliament Lights.
I treasure the freedom of not needing or caring about them anymore.
Gah. This is what I want, but I'm not there yet.
Sorry to report that it took years, but worth it. I can't imagine ever wanting one again. Yay freedom!
Maybe you guys can tell me the name of a brand of cigarettes I tried in high school. I was never a huge smoker, but one of my friends smoked this brand that tasted vaguely of lemon. I loved the first hit off of those, but by the 3rd or 4th cigarette I couldn't taste it anymore. If there was a way to keep that first hit flavor, I'd still be a smoker today. I think they were called Eves. Does that sound right?