That sensei is no doubt an accomplished private investigator in his own right, as he is quite the dick.
I love Billy's brain.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
That sensei is no doubt an accomplished private investigator in his own right, as he is quite the dick.
I love Billy's brain.
I think I have a sick. Icky throat, major lethargy, and stuffy nose. Blech. I don't have time for this.
After quite a while without any anxiety dreams, I woke up three hours ago from a dream in which I was at a writers' workshop and Joss Whedon had to tell one of his minions to request (gently) that I not sit at his lunch table, as important people were going to discuss important things. I walked away in a Charlie Brown slouch, sobbing pathetically, and that's when I woke up. Thanks, brain.
They probably just wanted to talk without you there because they're working on a surprise show about how awesome you are.
The only recurring dreams I can recall are being chased off a cliff by some shadowy figure, and I haven't had one of those in quite some time. I used to jump while sleeping so I'd wake up from the fall rebounding off my mattress.
Another day, another application to the U of WI, Madison. Le sigh. I'm kind of glad I'm keeping a spreadsheet of my applications, because I can look back and see that I'm getting interviews on roughly 10% of them, which I've been led to believe isn't bad. I'd still like to move on to the actual job-having stage of the process, though.
Breaking news: tommyrot is the best ever.
bt made me chortle.
btw speaking of "chortle," Franny is busy memorizing "Jabberwocky" and I get the fun of helping her rehearse.
These dreams feel anxious when I'm in them, but they tend to end happily.
Even in your nightmares you remain optimistic. I want to be Scrappy when I grow up.
Oh frabjous day, Burrell!
See what I mean? So much fun!