SPECIAL 6AM DOORBUSTERS!!!!!!!!
Good Lord I have been having some terrible dreams lately. A few days ago I dreamed I was driving around back in El Burque, and for some reason while making a right turn onto Lomas I turned across the median and into oncoming traffic; I slammed on the brakes, but then a cop pulled up and gave me a ticket for EIGHTEEN THOUSAND DOLLARS.
And then two nights ago I had this very involved dream in which I was some sort of numerologist, and this evil woman (with powers of telekinesis!) consulted me because she wanted to take over the world, so she needed to know what the most auspicious number of casualties would be, or something. So I told her; and then I realized that, because I knew her plan, she would have to kill me before setting said plan into motion. And then there was what felt like an hours-long chase scene, on foot, through a mall, and I was running through the food court and hiding in the exercise equipment section of Sears or something, and I woke up completely exhausted, out of breath, with my back and neck twisted up into knots.
That was Thursday night; considering that I was dreaming of being pursued through a mall, perhaps it was a Black Friday nightmare?
Of course I wasn't foolish enough to step foot into any stores, but I did have to shove my way through a larger-than-usual teeming mass of humanity in Herald Square. Un. Real.
I am watching MI-5 (season 1, episode 2; for about the millionth time) and I just noticed something: when Danny, Helen, and Tom are having tea in Danny and Helen's apartment, they're drinking out of these silver mugs, and I can't tell if the mugs are made of metal - which would be highly inconvenient with a hot drink - or if they're ceramic painted silver. Anyway they are awesome, and I wish I had some.
Guess that's it really. Boring lately. Aside from the retail-based night terrors.
(Also: Am I the only one who finds "doorbusters" - both the concept and the word itself - incredibly annoying? Every time those fucking commercials come on, I want to throw my teacup through the tv screen.)
And then two nights ago I had this very involved dream in which I was some sort of numerologist, and this evil woman (with powers of telekinesis!) consulted me because she wanted to take over the world, so she needed to know what the most auspicious number of casualties would be, or something. So I told her; and then I realized that, because I knew her plan, she would have to kill me before setting said plan into motion. And then there was what felt like an hours-long chase scene, on foot, through a mall, and I was running through the food court and hiding in the exercise equipment section of Sears or something, and I woke up completely exhausted, out of breath, with my back and neck twisted up into knots.
That was Thursday night; considering that I was dreaming of being pursued through a mall, perhaps it was a Black Friday nightmare?
Of course I wasn't foolish enough to step foot into any stores, but I did have to shove my way through a larger-than-usual teeming mass of humanity in Herald Square. Un. Real.
I am watching MI-5 (season 1, episode 2; for about the millionth time) and I just noticed something: when Danny, Helen, and Tom are having tea in Danny and Helen's apartment, they're drinking out of these silver mugs, and I can't tell if the mugs are made of metal - which would be highly inconvenient with a hot drink - or if they're ceramic painted silver. Anyway they are awesome, and I wish I had some.
Guess that's it really. Boring lately. Aside from the retail-based night terrors.
(Also: Am I the only one who finds "doorbusters" - both the concept and the word itself - incredibly annoying? Every time those fucking commercials come on, I want to throw my teacup through the tv screen.)