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minervasoloI get brought food ^_^
Well, actually I don't. Toast brings food for himself, and himself, to eat in my room. I make puppy-dog eyes until I get some. Woo!
(in his words: Bum. No good bum.)
Essay is going very very slowly, but that's mostly because I don't care about it. I just get to babble about the number five. And Gawain, occasionally. But mostly five.
Beginnings of a headache coming on.
I had another weird dream last night (I've had several recently, including one which consisted solwly of all our hosue sitting down to dinner). Eddie Izzard was doing a show. It was meant to start at 9:30, but was actually going to start at 10:30, and we got there at about & and still missed it. Well, I got there at about 7. I sent Ol off to get some sweets, and then worried she wouldn't get the right ones so I bought some of my own anyway. Patch was there, and possibly the only person who actually saw the show. Toast appeared at some point, talked me into going elsewhere briefly since we had so long to wait for the show to begin, which was why we missed it.
Honestly, the weirdest dream recently was a few nights ago. The Starship Enterprise (crewed by what I think were actually the Voyager crew, since it was that woman in charge) found a very pinky-red planet that couldn't support human life but had lots of its own on it. They went down in little shuttles and explored. They used a sink plunger to extract two large slugs from a huge red waxy flower. These slugs somehow ended up in our kitchen, where they were tiny (like half a centimeter long) and ate all the food. Cleaned out the freezer in about twenty minutes. Toast caught one in the living room. I managed to get the other one in a teapot, but it squeezed out (they could flatten themselves small enough to get through any gap, even tupperware lids) and I kept calling for Toast to help me catch it, but he didn't. Mostly because he was dealing with the other one, but it was reaching that point where I'd begun to wake up and I couldn't move properly in the dream, which meant I had no hope of catching the other slug.
Thank you, subconscious.
Well, actually I don't. Toast brings food for himself, and himself, to eat in my room. I make puppy-dog eyes until I get some. Woo!
(in his words: Bum. No good bum.)
Essay is going very very slowly, but that's mostly because I don't care about it. I just get to babble about the number five. And Gawain, occasionally. But mostly five.
Beginnings of a headache coming on.
I had another weird dream last night (I've had several recently, including one which consisted solwly of all our hosue sitting down to dinner). Eddie Izzard was doing a show. It was meant to start at 9:30, but was actually going to start at 10:30, and we got there at about & and still missed it. Well, I got there at about 7. I sent Ol off to get some sweets, and then worried she wouldn't get the right ones so I bought some of my own anyway. Patch was there, and possibly the only person who actually saw the show. Toast appeared at some point, talked me into going elsewhere briefly since we had so long to wait for the show to begin, which was why we missed it.
Honestly, the weirdest dream recently was a few nights ago. The Starship Enterprise (crewed by what I think were actually the Voyager crew, since it was that woman in charge) found a very pinky-red planet that couldn't support human life but had lots of its own on it. They went down in little shuttles and explored. They used a sink plunger to extract two large slugs from a huge red waxy flower. These slugs somehow ended up in our kitchen, where they were tiny (like half a centimeter long) and ate all the food. Cleaned out the freezer in about twenty minutes. Toast caught one in the living room. I managed to get the other one in a teapot, but it squeezed out (they could flatten themselves small enough to get through any gap, even tupperware lids) and I kept calling for Toast to help me catch it, but he didn't. Mostly because he was dealing with the other one, but it was reaching that point where I'd begun to wake up and I couldn't move properly in the dream, which meant I had no hope of catching the other slug.
Thank you, subconscious.
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