In my dreams, I was in Sodom last night.
I wasn't supposed to be there. I was supposed to be in Jerusalem, but I was hosting travelers from outside of the city, and as I walked them to the right bus station and we all got on the bus, they didn't (for some reason). So I was left there, and then... it was like all of my past dreams were coming back, because it was, in a way, familiar. Something with my sister, and childhood toys/gifts. And having to hide - myself, or them, because some things that were mine shouldn't have been mine then. And an Holocaustic element, to seal it all, with a charged search.
And, there's no chance on Earth I can even begin to describe how beautiful and exotic it was - Seska, it was kind of like the market where we met, only in an open street form, and a bit dustier and warmer. It was rich.
I believe reading Sandman the past few weeks has to do with it.
Aimee stumbles into the thread with a wild, glazed-eyed look to her. Hair is wet and disheveled and mostly hidden with a hat and she has the faint aroma of Victorious Parent but at a High Cost to her
she waves and falls face first into the comfy chair
t muffled
Why do we ever have children?
Horrible morning. Horrible bad awful terrible no-good very bad morning.
But, like I said on FB, the upside is, her room is packed. Which is to say it is completely devoid of everything but her bed, bedding, book, and clothes.
{{{Aims}}}
Gronklies. Today, I have to get some work done and go grocery shopping. I'm trying to decide which to do first. There are problems with either order. I think I'm going to do work and then groceries, since that will slightly minimize the amount of walking I need to do.
Och, Aims. Och. {{}} and hairpets galore.
Oh, and I only now remember - did you get those chocolates?
Very interesting dream, Shir. Tips hat to the Sandman.
Thanks, javachik! I knew that, I just...never considered it in my case, which is short-sighted, at least.
The testimonial makes me smile, but it really sounds like Beverly has what she wants, except for the hand blender. At the moment I'm out of my main stock of ingredients (I lean toward the cocoa butter end of the spectrum, but respect the olive oil).
I need to do the following, in what's left of today:
French homework
Read a paper
Finish second critical reading of Camera Lucida
And eventually, get my ass ready for tomorrow.
I can't be bothered to do either.
Uggh. The observant will note that it is 10 am EDT. I am not at work. I went to bed on time last night and woke up at 9:30, when I was supposed to be meeting with a colleague, who I've been unable to reach by cell phone to postpone.
Need do-over. Badly. This is what makes me feel like a horrible person. It'll be almost 11 by the time I get to work. I wish I could just not go in, but I was plaaning on taking part or all of Friday for doggie stuff.
Pardon my mememe-ness first thing.
Gah.
Pardon my mememe-ness first thing.
Uh, isn't that what Bitches is for? Because if not, I totally abused that thread.
