(no subject)
TWO NIGHTS AGO, I dreamt the apocalypse had come. It actually wasn't all that dramatic; there were a bunch of us inside my house, and I was looking out the kitchen window at the fireballs raining from the sky, thinking, "Gee, I hope my dry woody plants and backyard deck made of wood don't catch on fire." And then a swarm of hornets came (except everyone else seemed to think they were bees), and I ran around making sure all the windows were shut. But oh no! My bedroom window was open, and some hornets/bees had gotten in! My mother made quick work of them, though. More troublesome was that the front doors had somehow morphed so that there was a gap between them. I don't know what we did about that, but I was uneasy going to be in a short-sleeved shirt because any remaining hornets/bees might sting me.
What this tells me:
- I have clearly been watching too much Angel. Rain of fire? Really?
- My backyard is a huge fire hazard.
- I'm too finicky about when my window is allowed to be open and whether I should wear long or short sleeves to bed.
- My mom is really boss with insects.
What this tells me:
- I have clearly been watching too much Angel. Rain of fire? Really?
- My backyard is a huge fire hazard.
- I'm too finicky about when my window is allowed to be open and whether I should wear long or short sleeves to bed.
- My mom is really boss with insects.