Yay rain!
The light in my apartment is wonderful thanks to the lovely rain we're getting here. Of course, since I'm supposed to drive up and down the interstate today, letting that high quality fuel work it's magic before the emissions tested, that might not be the best thing.
Gotta love the rumble of thunder. It makes me want to crawl back into bed and just listen.
It took me the longest time to get transmission fluid in my car last night. That damn little pipe was hidden good.
Last night I had an interesting dream. Diana had to read an story for class. In her class there are only the prof, some girl, and her. For whatever reason, today I'm sitting in and trying to help her understand the story. The girl is one of those people who acts like she knows what she talks about. And she is talking a lot and drawing conclusions that make no sense. Diana starts to understand the story and make a comment when she gets the chance, that being when the other girl stops to breathe. The prof asks me what I thought of the story. I didn't read it and I'm not part of class so I'm a little startled. I say something about the end of the story that the prof finds interesting and he starts talking about it. Diana and the other girl are just looking at me with these "what the fuck?" expressions and the other girl flips through the story going on and on about how that never happened. I look at Diana's copy and see that the story is so messed up. It's just lines of description with a few lines of dialog. It almost makes no sense. But looking at the last few lines what I said could have happened. So I was happy.
Gotta go.
Gotta love the rumble of thunder. It makes me want to crawl back into bed and just listen.
It took me the longest time to get transmission fluid in my car last night. That damn little pipe was hidden good.
Last night I had an interesting dream. Diana had to read an story for class. In her class there are only the prof, some girl, and her. For whatever reason, today I'm sitting in and trying to help her understand the story. The girl is one of those people who acts like she knows what she talks about. And she is talking a lot and drawing conclusions that make no sense. Diana starts to understand the story and make a comment when she gets the chance, that being when the other girl stops to breathe. The prof asks me what I thought of the story. I didn't read it and I'm not part of class so I'm a little startled. I say something about the end of the story that the prof finds interesting and he starts talking about it. Diana and the other girl are just looking at me with these "what the fuck?" expressions and the other girl flips through the story going on and on about how that never happened. I look at Diana's copy and see that the story is so messed up. It's just lines of description with a few lines of dialog. It almost makes no sense. But looking at the last few lines what I said could have happened. So I was happy.
Gotta go.