I wake up, it's a bad dream
It was probably all the alcohol we had last night, but I had some spectacularly awful nightmares. And it really shouldn't have been like that, because we watched Ratatouille and various scenes from the LOTR movies, but no, instead of processing it into cute dreams about rats and LOTR porn, my brain decided to delight me with some viscerally painful stuff. Let's just say that the LEAST painful of these dreams involved me driving a motorcycle that was manual transmission (I know... what?!) and then crashing it somewhere in downtown LA and skidding on my face along the pavement. I'd say this dream was because Chip was biting my face to get me to feed him, but I was already awake for that.
Shockingly, we didn't feel so great this morning, but because white people like farmers' markets, invisiblebf and I forced ourselves out of the house and walked over to the farmers' market down the street. Amongst other things, I bought a yam. Help me out here, pokiedot & fairyarmadillo, how long does it take to cook one of those? ;)
On the walk over and back, we rehashed what happened last night. invisiblebf encapsulated it perfectly: "It's hard to recreate the evening without the trail of text messages."
Noooooo kidding.
Shockingly, we didn't feel so great this morning, but because white people like farmers' markets, invisiblebf and I forced ourselves out of the house and walked over to the farmers' market down the street. Amongst other things, I bought a yam. Help me out here, pokiedot & fairyarmadillo, how long does it take to cook one of those? ;)
On the walk over and back, we rehashed what happened last night. invisiblebf encapsulated it perfectly: "It's hard to recreate the evening without the trail of text messages."
Noooooo kidding.