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I had a dream about Moonshadow! We were in a new appartment that was lushly furnished. Maybe we rented a fully furnished apartment in the Blue Mountains somewhere. (That's not too shabby an idea, actually.) Anyway, Moonshadow got out and I was chasing him from room to room. But instead of heading back to the kitchen like he usually does when you chase him, he kept running. He was gonna explore, dammit! He seemed younger: he had his same coloring, but was about half his size and his ears were the cute short ears of baby bunnies.
I hope that dream means I figure out a way to bring him to Australia with me. They're not thrilled with rabbits, as a rule (see the Simpsons Go To Australia for why) but I think both of us would be happier of staying together with his balls chopped off, as opposed to him being intact but on the other side of the world from me.
That would suck a lot. I'd try my very best to get him a home with one of my friends, so I could visit him when we return, but I'd have 3 to 5 Moonshadow-less years. At the very least: most likely, whoever I'd give him to would be madly in love with him and not up to giving him back.
He's a rather extraordinary rabbit.
Anyway, I was using LJ as a day planner, of sorts. To do today:
I think that's it. That's a long list. Pavlova and Painting take importance, I spent a lot of time last night on Roundabout. But if I don't post the X-rated scene soon, I think my players will lynch me. Particularly the ones who weren't in the scene. Anyway, breakfast first, then Pavlova.
I hope that dream means I figure out a way to bring him to Australia with me. They're not thrilled with rabbits, as a rule (see the Simpsons Go To Australia for why) but I think both of us would be happier of staying together with his balls chopped off, as opposed to him being intact but on the other side of the world from me.
That would suck a lot. I'd try my very best to get him a home with one of my friends, so I could visit him when we return, but I'd have 3 to 5 Moonshadow-less years. At the very least: most likely, whoever I'd give him to would be madly in love with him and not up to giving him back.
He's a rather extraordinary rabbit.
Anyway, I was using LJ as a day planner, of sorts. To do today:
- Make a parrot-macaque.
- Write up the X-rated scene. (Not the one that I was sure would be the first X-rated scene.)
- Write up the Seelie Battle scene.
- Post to Brian/Lillian.
- Paint doors and skirting board, or risk the wrath of Mr. Grumpypants! (That hardly seems scary, but he could refuse to cook or something awful like that.)
- Write/talk to Mr. Fioradahoican'tspelldruidishnames about his current options for playing in Roundabout.
- Read a hella lot more for the scene tonight with silentstephi.
- Do that scene. And have it not suck!
- Find a fucking Pavlova recipe, already. Can't believe I forgot to ask Mum! What's the good of having a Mum if you don't ask her for stuff like that?
- Brave the market to get any Pavlova ingredients not currently in the kitchen.
I think that's it. That's a long list. Pavlova and Painting take importance, I spent a lot of time last night on Roundabout. But if I don't post the X-rated scene soon, I think my players will lynch me. Particularly the ones who weren't in the scene. Anyway, breakfast first, then Pavlova.