Okay. Today must be a good day. I've already had my cupcake. Now I need some tea. Then, I think, I can conquer the world. Or at least finsihing some of the jobs I've started in the summer room.
The Crying of Natter 49
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
For all I know, it could be an alien ninja baby about to hatch out of my left ear.
I think Nicole has been bogarting all the snow.I've got some.
Please make it go away?
For all I know, it could be an alien ninja baby about to hatch out of my left ear.
oh! that would be cool! if that happens, will you please videotape it, shrift, and post it on YouTube?
Okay. Today must be a good day.
For all I know, it could be an alien ninja baby about to hatch out of my left ear.
I just needed to see those next to each other again.
Um, ok, so just because we couldn't verify I had a psychotic mouse, this does not mean you should disbelieve me when I say we have a system-wide problem and that no, the email is not being processed. I'm not crazy, people.
Oh, I dreamed this morning like crazy! The first time, about being left behind and delayed while trying to catch a plane (I woke up just as the gate agent and I were standing in front of the dark blue jet with our hands up STOP!! and the pilot had a sense of humor so he opened the door for me), and then the second dream was about New Orleans, and wandering a gigantic glassed-in library that was partly converted to a police station. I was outside and found a secret box that had been hidden by Charles Dickens, and carried it home, and inside was a lost poem about a woman named Helen, and I woke up to a public radio piece about a man grieving Helen and the lost city of New Orleans. So the whole, complicated dream had been about 30 seconds long!
oh! that would be cool! if that happens, will you please videotape it, shrift, and post it on YouTube?
If I survive it, sure! I bet hatching an alien ninja baby would get me on The Colbert Report.
But I'm really not interested in fame, so I probably should go to Walgreen's for alien ninja baby poison Benadryl.
NPR dreams can take you some crazy places.
Benadryl is sleeping making though. I know this for a verifiable fact as every time I take it I must sleep for hours and hours.
Ok. Tea is had and the hangers are sorted, for the most part. I have more books to get rid of. sigh.
That's the second eulogy I've heard on Helen Hill on NPR. First was a piece by one of her neighbors this weekend.