Stayed up way too late last night.
Woke up way too early this morning.
Get to go move boxes.

At least there's water falling from the sky.

I had a dream that my brother was kidnapped by a cult.

In the real world, one of the cats tried to paint with me. She ended up with acrylics in her tail and paint on the shirt I was wearing.

This is turning out to be an odd day.

Yay, more sleep.
Dreams I can no longer remember, because I forgot to write them down.

There is no coca cola. There is no milk.
I swear we just went grocery shopping.

There is also no paint, but I could'a sworn it was around here somewhere.
I have blank canvasses. This is sad.

Got a big clump of sleep again, last night.

Cup of coffee later, and I'm still groggy.
Two weeks'll do that, I guess.

Had more weird dreams, but I don't remember them.

I slept for a whole night.
And had another tornado dream, but I was inside this time, so it couldn't be really-pretty-from-exactly-this-perspective, but there were big, shiny curtains and a college campus.

And, because I know you'll ask, yes, there were more tattered-paper clouds.

If you woke up and I was in bed with you, what would be your first thought?
(Now post this in your LJ and find out what mine would be)

4 cups of coffee later, I feel real for the first time in about a week and a half.

It'd be fun to get a whole night of sleep, too.

If you read this,
even if I don't speak to you often,
you must post a memory of me.
It can be anything you want, it can be good or bad,
just so long as it happened.
Then post this to your journal to see what people remember about you

It wasn't there, and then it was.
And all I was trying to do was get out of the turn-lane-of-doom.

No hospitals, though.
Happiness, there.

In theory, gonna watch a hockey game tomorrow, for the first time this season.
Damn my lack of cable.