Thanks--I slept better tonight--my recursive dreams didn't come until after my 2:30 wakeup (which I spent communicating my thoughts on painkillers in fic to an author I don't know--I just don't see hockey player!Dean getting as loopy on Vicodin as it takes 6 mg of dilaudid to get me--and I think she might actually change it!).

See, last night, crystal meth was both an illegal drug and a substance that merged explosively with water. There was some intricate loop that involved the tides, a criminal gang, someone extorting the criminal gang, a little girl that wasn't allowed to sweat in case she made the drugs explode, explosions that froze at their peak point for two hours and Monroe Michigan.

None of this was helped by the (real) audible screams from somewhere across the street and the sound of helicopters.

I just love how simple and elegant dreams are in your head until you try and put words to them. There's a music, almost, to how they fall apart.

Jesse, you are a good person. A better person than I, at least.

In addition to birdseed, squirrels apparently ate some rubber on the feeder perch stoppers. Greedy little things!

Try 2 at air show. From the field don't feel like traffic.

I am literally out of spoons. That is how badly I am keeping up with washing the dishes.

I was up half the night with a stomachache and now I don't know how I'm going to get anything done today. This football game is not helping. t /whine

Blue Angels flew, in formation, close enough you could read the US NAVY On the wings. Pretty impressive.

Also, my first floor is clean.

That's a hell of a down draft.

I'm about ready to put this football game in the freezer.

Seems like it's going to be that kind of season, Dana. Sigh.

At least Atlanta is losing?

That's something, I suppose.

Maybe I'll just go back to bed.

So wishing I could Like Brenda's post.