Tom wins at dreams! Except for maybe the gross river stuff. But still.
Spike's Bitches 45: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
[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.
Coolest. Dream. Ever.
I had the boring dream last night, about work! It was kinda cool, because Jim Beaver of SPN was one of the teachers I worked with, only all I ever saw of him was the notes he left students on their homework that I was mailing back to them.
I had another dirty dream about Hugh Laurie.
Braggart.
Last cute boy dream I had featured Christian Kane. Wasn't very naughty, but was very cute. His hair was great.
Last I had started as Hugh Laurie for the banter and then once it got to the making out like crazed weasels, he became Colin Firth. Nice work, subconscious!
I am now up to page 80 of my dissertation. Almost there!
I've also discussed the math job search a bit with some other people, and it seems like nearly everybody except people with really great research is in the same place as me -- interviews, and then silence.
His hair was great.
Snerk!
I can't lie. I love the hair.
Scrappy, your post line breaks for me at right after Colin. I admit I had a frisson of something weird thinking you were dreaming about Ferguson.
Oh, THAT would be squickalicious.