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[minervasolo]

Had a weird dream last night. Went to some kind of school concert, outside. I think it might have been St Nicks, my junior school, because someone ponted out Phillip to me. Anyway, lots of small kids singing. Someone kept getting Miss Young's name wrong, though she was a GHS teacher and shouldn't have been there... Anyway, i suspect all that was rather 'Vilette' inspired. However after the concert finished and it was getting darked I was called by someone to come and take photographs of Madonna, drunk in some public toilets that belonged to the school. Apparently I was some kind of reporter. Anyway, I went there, and there she was, drunk. I asked if I could take photos, she said, no, I took photos anyway. We ended up lying on a couch, her on top of me (why there was a couch in the public loos I don't know) and she declared I ought to take a photo of her breasts, on the basis that she could always delete them later. The camera looked like a disposable camera, but was actually digital. For some reason I wanted my breasts to be in the picture too, but they kept getting in the way and no breast photos were taken at all. Shortly after I helped her outside and her family came and told us she wasn't Madonna at all, just a girl who looked like Madonna. But that was okay, because she was a really sweet girl. And they all got in a car and drove away, The End.

Joyful subconscious. Indeed.

^_____^toasty_renfield gave me Trigun Maximum! ^_____^

As you might be able to tell, I'm really rather happy about this! The post-it note has lost it's stick though, and keeps falling off. I am keeping it, though.

Why, if I was the one not drinking last night, do I feel like I've got a hangover? I can't even blame the weather or lack of sleep for my headache. And my skin is still coming off! Okay, less drastic than that, but no matter how much moisturiser I rub into my hand my knuckles still crack nad occasionally bleed when I bend then, I have blisters on my feet for no apparent reason and my scalp is giving my all kinds of grief. And it's not like my diet has been bad (says the girl who finished off the cookies for breakfast and is now looking at the wagon wheels).

Anyway, will finish Villete (to anyone else who has read that - it's not just me picking up on the Lucy/Ginerva vibe, is it?), will read Trigun, will write something, will curl up in a ball.

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[toasty-renfield.livejournal.com]

There weren't enough cookies left to constitute breakfast ;-)

[minervasolo.livejournal.com]

I had coco-pops too, though. And have since had one wagon wheel. Which is just as well, I suppose, since most of lunch is now going in the bin.