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Jul. 11th, 2005 02:00 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
beccaelizabethHad some sleep. Not a whole night, cause I only woke up at 3pm, but a few hours. Had a dream.
I could fly, which was cool
and a whole lot of work
it involved actual arm flapping, or possibly grabbing chunks of air and pulling myself up, but then with big swoopy diving too.
But it also involved being put into storage, sort of, being expected to lie there doing nothing for the whole rest of forever. And I broke free - by making a run for it into the library - and flew around in there for a while scaring celebrities and highlighting the plight - and then I went back to my hotel room. Only that had been downgraded to a storage cubicle. And the lift didn't work. But the emergency stairs and tunnel system leading to it had whole colonies of (mostly black) people living in it.
First time I woke up today, I had a long, complicated, rather glorious dream about Doyle from Angel, only he had a 1 last day on earth thing just like Cordelia did, and I knew he was dead, but he used the time to be with me. That was bittersweet.
I'm making so many typos. My hands seem to be waking up at different speeds, so letters keep ending up in the wrong order. Which doesn't quite explain 'lifing', that was just my brain I guess.
I eat so much sugar on sundays. I dropped inches (the corset not fitting no more) and I was all wah, how did that happen? Well, I haven't been anywhere sugary on sunday for a while. Now I am I get all hyper bouncy followed by post sugar sleeping. Not handy. Should try eating savory stuff, but I couldnt find any today. Sweets are actually more available and more portable.
I could try eating like fruit and veg, but it would all be new and I don't know as I'd like it. And if it is bought fresh then it doesnt stay fresh long.
*shrugs*
off to eat more quorn mince, dolmio chunky sweet pepper sauce, and pasta.
I could fly, which was cool
and a whole lot of work
it involved actual arm flapping, or possibly grabbing chunks of air and pulling myself up, but then with big swoopy diving too.
But it also involved being put into storage, sort of, being expected to lie there doing nothing for the whole rest of forever. And I broke free - by making a run for it into the library - and flew around in there for a while scaring celebrities and highlighting the plight - and then I went back to my hotel room. Only that had been downgraded to a storage cubicle. And the lift didn't work. But the emergency stairs and tunnel system leading to it had whole colonies of (mostly black) people living in it.
First time I woke up today, I had a long, complicated, rather glorious dream about Doyle from Angel, only he had a 1 last day on earth thing just like Cordelia did, and I knew he was dead, but he used the time to be with me. That was bittersweet.
I'm making so many typos. My hands seem to be waking up at different speeds, so letters keep ending up in the wrong order. Which doesn't quite explain 'lifing', that was just my brain I guess.
I eat so much sugar on sundays. I dropped inches (the corset not fitting no more) and I was all wah, how did that happen? Well, I haven't been anywhere sugary on sunday for a while. Now I am I get all hyper bouncy followed by post sugar sleeping. Not handy. Should try eating savory stuff, but I couldnt find any today. Sweets are actually more available and more portable.
I could try eating like fruit and veg, but it would all be new and I don't know as I'd like it. And if it is bought fresh then it doesnt stay fresh long.
*shrugs*
off to eat more quorn mince, dolmio chunky sweet pepper sauce, and pasta.