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beccaelizabethso far today it only took me ten minutes to get out of bed, whereupon I discovered the bread rolls were already open and gone all hard and weird, and the teacakes were the sort with citrus peel because I wasn't paying attention and they seemed the right color wrapper but probably they were the right color from another shop or something. SO, that's my packed lunch. Luckily I had some 7 day bread to use instead. And the fruit pots that were not leaky. Which is what I'd planned before I thought 'hmmm, sultanas in a bun!' So that works. It's just yesterday's shopping is now basically useless. *sigh*
today: college, Jimmy Corrigan, Persepolis, four hours in the library, science fiction group at the pub. If I get a move on I can get to college in time to attempt my homework. ... yeah, organisation, I has it. I'm all ready for Friday and turning up at Wednesday without finished work.
Yesterday I dreamed Wil Wheaton as the human form of a sleek bronze dragon, and Matt Smith as a sort of spider priest if spiders traditionally were made of dayglo fun fur in rainbow colors. Plus a sort of Cat vs Duane Dibbley thing where one of them was an interior decorator, and it wasn't Cat. Also quite a lot about buildings with handrails but no stairs, so they kept trying to kill you. Today I can remember I was running around saving the world a lot as usual, but not any details. Which, for me, is very odd. And I'm finding it freaky. Huh. Other people forget their dreams all the time, but since it is all the time, they don't feel like this. Being human is wildly varied.
today: college, Jimmy Corrigan, Persepolis, four hours in the library, science fiction group at the pub. If I get a move on I can get to college in time to attempt my homework. ... yeah, organisation, I has it. I'm all ready for Friday and turning up at Wednesday without finished work.
Yesterday I dreamed Wil Wheaton as the human form of a sleek bronze dragon, and Matt Smith as a sort of spider priest if spiders traditionally were made of dayglo fun fur in rainbow colors. Plus a sort of Cat vs Duane Dibbley thing where one of them was an interior decorator, and it wasn't Cat. Also quite a lot about buildings with handrails but no stairs, so they kept trying to kill you. Today I can remember I was running around saving the world a lot as usual, but not any details. Which, for me, is very odd. And I'm finding it freaky. Huh. Other people forget their dreams all the time, but since it is all the time, they don't feel like this. Being human is wildly varied.