Fun fun fun!
First of all, apologies to anyone I spammed with comments last night. I just wanted to talk to someone (presents? cards? conversation? Am I so undeserving of anything? ANYTHING AT ALL? I think one has to ask), and I think we can all conclude that I didn't actually find anyone in the end. I'd be interested to know if any of it was actually in English.
I don't know what exactly the wine I had last night was composed of but I went a little trippy. Spent about an hour floating in a balloon above my own body, orbiting planet Me or something. Weird. So yes, I spent the night disorientated and mashing the keyboard so there's my explanation. I have also apparently written a long rant on here but luckily I never actually posted *that* because it was very vitrilolic in places. And nonsensical. Sometimes both. It's opener I will quote; "I['m very very very very very veryvyer bored/". Aw bless, was doing so well until I drifted.
I sobered with some tea, watched some Ross Noble (his 'deaf Chewbacca' is *genius*), checked out the new She Wants Revenge album (perfect. But Replaceable is absolutely tear jerking) and got to sleep three hours after going to bed before having a freaky dream where I was leaving school via a side door from the second floor. As I walked down the steps, someone pushed me from behind. Naturally, there was a nasty fall. People gathered around me, including a girl I once knew at Primary school who looked at me before backing away screaming. My old best friend took my nonexistant pulse, and then bizarrely turned to the girl, going "You knew, didn't you? You knew just by looking at her! She was dead before she hit the ground!"
All the time I was *there* but watching on. : / It's not the only death dream I've had lately, the other involved a really terrifying road accident that's put me off driving for life I think, no pun intended. That's just unnecessary, subconscious. I mean, really. Go back to Prince Harry.
*shrugs*