winger rules FOREVER
Last night, I dreamt that I had a round-table discussion at my mother's breakfast table with the following people: my mom, annakovsky's father, Helena Bonham-Carter, the Insane Clown Posse, and James Marsters. Kovsky's dad and I raged about how betrayed we felt by the Democratic party, ICP performed a death-metal song that I personally did not get, but apparently everyone else enjoyed thoroughly, and Helena wore dark sunglasses and pouted a lot. Marsters wore a bright yellow tee-shirt and did his "rock star" routine, but was endearingly charming when he lounged about on my bed like a fourteen-year-old girl, watching Gilmore Girls with moireach and other various fen (I only remember moireach because he was braiding her hair).
Weirdest. Fucking. Dream. Ever.
Clearly, this is a result of THE SINUS INFECTION THAT KILLED ANNIESJ DEAD OMG. Seriously, people. Worst ever. I could barely breathe and my head felt like it was the size of George W. Bush's evil. That's pretty big, yo. All I did last week was watch La Femme Nikita and old episodes of Buffy (hence the sudden emergence of Marsters in my dreams, methinks) while playing The Sims 2. And then I'd sleep for about ten hours. But an intensive round of medication and a week of slothish misery later, and I'm back in action. YAY.
Still, I think I'd rather be asleep right now. Just before I woke up, I was waiting for David Thewlis to show up while my mom made him grits and coffee. Mmmm. Cracked-out medication dreams are teh awesome.
I think the construction workers next door are seriously listening to Winger. Do you think they can hear me snickering? I hope so.
Weirdest. Fucking. Dream. Ever.
Clearly, this is a result of THE SINUS INFECTION THAT KILLED ANNIESJ DEAD OMG. Seriously, people. Worst ever. I could barely breathe and my head felt like it was the size of George W. Bush's evil. That's pretty big, yo. All I did last week was watch La Femme Nikita and old episodes of Buffy (hence the sudden emergence of Marsters in my dreams, methinks) while playing The Sims 2. And then I'd sleep for about ten hours. But an intensive round of medication and a week of slothish misery later, and I'm back in action. YAY.
Still, I think I'd rather be asleep right now. Just before I woke up, I was waiting for David Thewlis to show up while my mom made him grits and coffee. Mmmm. Cracked-out medication dreams are teh awesome.
I think the construction workers next door are seriously listening to Winger. Do you think they can hear me snickering? I hope so.