My dream was much more benign, but very strange. The last thing I remember was someone telling me, rather earnestly, "You know he's a penguin and will explode."
Jayne ,'Jaynestown'
Spike's Bitches 41: Thrown together to stand against the forces of darkness
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
and he fell in love with this smart, cute woman.Hello! That was you! Must be like hearing your voice on a tape recorder, you go "That can't be me, I don't sound like that". The trip is what gave it away. I think it's called a "cruise".
Well, I was convinced I was woken up by an earthquake last night, but the earthquake map tells me I must have dreamed it.
Remember yesterday's epic fruitless search for the VCR? Yeah...STBX has it. And now that I have everything set-up without it, I don't really want it. I may change my mind, but nice to know I'm not blind.
A couple more kitchen boxes unpacked. Empty boxes have been broken down and dragged to the garage. Made STBX take a couple of his boxes that ended up in my pile. Now I'm just waiting for my couch to be delivered. Waiting....waiting....waiting....
DH used to make up foil packs, and build the campfire on top of them. Doubled heavyweight foil, a layer of onion, a layer of carrot slices, two-three hamburgers' worth of ground beef spread evenly over the slices, and a layer of potato slices over the ground meat, salt, pepper, herbs to taste
Hobo dinners! (That's what we called them when I was forced to camp.)
Today we have a belated family birthday party (since I was on vacation for my birthday, and my mom's birthday is 3 days before mine, so there wasn't really time to celebrate hers, either).
Being busy is keeping me from getting totally mired in gloom, doom, and self-hatred, but its also not giving me enough time to just flip out like a mammal, weep copiously, and get it out of my system.
And there is NO WAY IN HELL my family needs to know about my newly truncated hours and extra-special shame. So I think I might just drink a lot of beer and show them vacation pictures with long boring commentary designed to make them kick me out.
ION, I finally got The Boy to start reading the current iteration of Blue Beetle, which makes me very happy, as it's currently my favorite comic out there. He's reading the first TPB and laughing, so I think he likes it.
Wait. I was so busy yesterday with watching the parade and blowing stuff up that I missed the news -- did Jesse Helms seriously die ON INDEPENDENCE DAY?!?
I knew God had a sense of humor; I just didn't know what a sick sense of humor it was. That's OUTSTANDING.
Well, I don't want to start any blasphemous rumours, but...
Well, I expect Jesse found him laughing...
Good grief. Apparently I just slept for almost 11 hours, and I am still gronkly. WTF, body?
Although I did have some weirdass dreams. Including one where I showed up late at the dancing, and everyone was pissed because they weren't playing dancing music except every third song or so, and the GILF was really really drunk and laying down on the floor, but continuing to talk to people. From the floor. That was an oddly amusing dream.
Hello! That was you! Must be like hearing your voice on a tape recorder, you go "That can't be me, I don't sound like that".Heh. No, definitely was not me. She was mocking me and telling me it was no wonder he was leaving me--we'd been together almost three years, and he was bored. EVIL woman.