My brain has officially turned to mush
I am not doing anything. Nope, nothing at all....
Except trying to wonder if I've been reading too much fanfic. Have a dream where you're about to die, you wake up screaming, and the next thing you say "Damn, that would make a kick a** Gundam Wing fanfic."
O.o? WTF?!?
Since when are my screaming-bolt-upright-shaking-in-terror-for-a-few-hours good fanfic material? I can't write the damn buggers down in my dream journal without a shot of something at least 8 proof! Why in the name of God's Green Earth am I thinking I want to write them down and air my dirty laundry for everyone to see!
(That reminds me... I have to put up lines in the yard to air our wet laundry.... not dirty, thankee very much.... just wet. Very, very wet....)
Anyway... the other day I was at work, doing workie type things, and smiling while I was at it. Work, I say, is fun. (Work = paycheck which = food, clothes, fun. Unemployment or miniwage = ramen noodles, walmart cheapies, buy a deck o' cards since you can't afford better.)
Anyways, as I was saying before my train of thought derailed, I was at work. I drink tea at work. Lots, and lots, and lots of tea. Four to six cups a day. Boggles the mind. Of course, I'd drink less if they'd let me at the cider again.... apparently they object to me humming and bouncing down the hall... same reason I'm not allowed more than one cup of coffee if I'm dead tired. Aw, but a hyper LC is your friend! Anywhoots, tea...
Boy, my mind wanders all over the place today, doesn't it? Think I should buy it a leash?
Nah... it generally comes back, and unless animal control goes and picks it up, I should be fine.
Tea... gah!
I drink tea. I drink herbal tea. Which I have noticed on my napkin that I rest my stirring stick on.... is multi-colored. I have a blue tea, a purple tea, a pink tea, a red tea, a vaguely orange tea.... I'm afraid to try the green tea they bought now.... If I start ta pi** a rainbow, I know what I'm blaming, and it's not the candy, thank you very much. This is the problem with drinking from a black mug. Everything inside of it is 'dark and colorless'. Now I find out that I am consuming a range of colors that would put my make-up to shame, and I am aghast... aghast, I say. Of course... my next thought was 'that'd make a really cool tye-dye shirt....' I am lame. Lame I tell you.
I need help, or a solid boyfriend to make sure I'm re-connected with reality. Ahem, if any family types are reading that, please translate as : "So I'll be so happy and in love I won't have time to drift in my thoughts." The rest of you, read as your minds wish. Yes, Deb, Lils, I'm blushing.
Anyhow, let me go, do Saturday stuff... I have to go shopping. Not even for fun stuff, either. Gah....
Except trying to wonder if I've been reading too much fanfic. Have a dream where you're about to die, you wake up screaming, and the next thing you say "Damn, that would make a kick a** Gundam Wing fanfic."
O.o? WTF?!?
Since when are my screaming-bolt-upright-shaking-in-terror-for-a-few-hours good fanfic material? I can't write the damn buggers down in my dream journal without a shot of something at least 8 proof! Why in the name of God's Green Earth am I thinking I want to write them down and air my dirty laundry for everyone to see!
(That reminds me... I have to put up lines in the yard to air our wet laundry.... not dirty, thankee very much.... just wet. Very, very wet....)
Anyway... the other day I was at work, doing workie type things, and smiling while I was at it. Work, I say, is fun. (Work = paycheck which = food, clothes, fun. Unemployment or miniwage = ramen noodles, walmart cheapies, buy a deck o' cards since you can't afford better.)
Anyways, as I was saying before my train of thought derailed, I was at work. I drink tea at work. Lots, and lots, and lots of tea. Four to six cups a day. Boggles the mind. Of course, I'd drink less if they'd let me at the cider again.... apparently they object to me humming and bouncing down the hall... same reason I'm not allowed more than one cup of coffee if I'm dead tired. Aw, but a hyper LC is your friend! Anywhoots, tea...
Boy, my mind wanders all over the place today, doesn't it? Think I should buy it a leash?
Nah... it generally comes back, and unless animal control goes and picks it up, I should be fine.
Tea... gah!
I drink tea. I drink herbal tea. Which I have noticed on my napkin that I rest my stirring stick on.... is multi-colored. I have a blue tea, a purple tea, a pink tea, a red tea, a vaguely orange tea.... I'm afraid to try the green tea they bought now.... If I start ta pi** a rainbow, I know what I'm blaming, and it's not the candy, thank you very much. This is the problem with drinking from a black mug. Everything inside of it is 'dark and colorless'. Now I find out that I am consuming a range of colors that would put my make-up to shame, and I am aghast... aghast, I say. Of course... my next thought was 'that'd make a really cool tye-dye shirt....' I am lame. Lame I tell you.
I need help, or a solid boyfriend to make sure I'm re-connected with reality. Ahem, if any family types are reading that, please translate as : "So I'll be so happy and in love I won't have time to drift in my thoughts." The rest of you, read as your minds wish. Yes, Deb, Lils, I'm blushing.
Anyhow, let me go, do Saturday stuff... I have to go shopping. Not even for fun stuff, either. Gah....