full of pancakes. oh god.
Truly, one man can have too many pancakes.
Spent a big portion of my day asleep. Literally, when I came downstairs it was somehow 4pm.
Was kinda feverish again last night - had more whacked out Entropy-based dreams of me being Bruce, while still feverish, and having Joker look after me in his nurse outfit.
It actually turned into one of those bizarre epic dreams that seem as if they're going on for days and days, and when you wake up you feel like you've missed a week of your life.
I remember... I remember that I (as Bruce) was like burning up with this fever and just gibbering complete nonsense at everyone, and all I wanted was to have both Joker and Alfred there with me but Alfred was like refusing to come and help me as long as Joker was there and Mr. J was getting all pissy cause - bizarrely - he seemed to be the voice of reason in this dream and was having to take care of everyone and try to get me and Alfred back on good terms.
It was..... really disturbing. Lol.
I don't know why I'm always Bruce in my Batman-themed dreams. I can't think of many characters that I'm LESS like than our Brucie boy.
But dreams have that funny way of just fucking with you, don't they?
But anyway.
I forgot what the point of this journal was going to be again. Probably something to do with pancakes but there's not much to tell other than the fact that I made them, ate them, and now feel slightly sick.
I hope I will have the energy to get up and do something tomorrow, this whole being ill business is really pissing me off lately.
Gotta start running again, gotta finish all the Christmas booze so I get sober again, and gotta stop eating all these delicious things goddomit.
Spent a big portion of my day asleep. Literally, when I came downstairs it was somehow 4pm.
Was kinda feverish again last night - had more whacked out Entropy-based dreams of me being Bruce, while still feverish, and having Joker look after me in his nurse outfit.
It actually turned into one of those bizarre epic dreams that seem as if they're going on for days and days, and when you wake up you feel like you've missed a week of your life.
I remember... I remember that I (as Bruce) was like burning up with this fever and just gibbering complete nonsense at everyone, and all I wanted was to have both Joker and Alfred there with me but Alfred was like refusing to come and help me as long as Joker was there and Mr. J was getting all pissy cause - bizarrely - he seemed to be the voice of reason in this dream and was having to take care of everyone and try to get me and Alfred back on good terms.
It was..... really disturbing. Lol.
I don't know why I'm always Bruce in my Batman-themed dreams. I can't think of many characters that I'm LESS like than our Brucie boy.
But dreams have that funny way of just fucking with you, don't they?
But anyway.
I forgot what the point of this journal was going to be again. Probably something to do with pancakes but there's not much to tell other than the fact that I made them, ate them, and now feel slightly sick.
I hope I will have the energy to get up and do something tomorrow, this whole being ill business is really pissing me off lately.
Gotta start running again, gotta finish all the Christmas booze so I get sober again, and gotta stop eating all these delicious things goddomit.