You are truly a super ace at catching zombie arms.
Okay, most of my quotes lately have been from campfuckudie but I haven't had time to read badfic.
Dreams: Once again with the bloody broken elevators I can't get off. Going up past my floor and to nonexistent levels in between and whatnot. Nasty, that. At least this time the wires didn't snap leaving me hanging on a thread or something.
And then I dreamt of sorting things, or I don't actually remember that but I remember waking up and thinking "wtf? Why do I dream about sorting things?"
...and then of beeing squeezed nearly to death while standing in line to pay for a Trisslott which should tell me my lucks sucks too much for me to buy such things; goddamn people appearing from nowhere trying to get past me but woah, don't try that attitude with me, assholes, you won't get through even though I'm tiny and you guys are like two meters tall and twice my weight and I can't breathe in here and oops I think I'm fainting.. Then I woke up before having to find out what it feels like with imploding lungs. That's nice.
Okay I have no idea what my brain is trying to tell me but I'm thinking it's pretty damn messed upp anyway.
Err, and then there was this dream where Edward Elric had taken over the car repair shop The Nasty Idiot is running, and he wanted to build me a mecha. WTF? Okay, thanks, I guess?
And I woke up every 90 minutes or so also, yeah, thank you. =_=
Sleep on train? Good idea.
So, anyway. Leaving to visit T-chan today, back sunday night. Have a good time, everybody!
Dreams: Once again with the bloody broken elevators I can't get off. Going up past my floor and to nonexistent levels in between and whatnot. Nasty, that. At least this time the wires didn't snap leaving me hanging on a thread or something.
And then I dreamt of sorting things, or I don't actually remember that but I remember waking up and thinking "wtf? Why do I dream about sorting things?"
...and then of beeing squeezed nearly to death while standing in line to pay for a Trisslott which should tell me my lucks sucks too much for me to buy such things; goddamn people appearing from nowhere trying to get past me but woah, don't try that attitude with me, assholes, you won't get through even though I'm tiny and you guys are like two meters tall and twice my weight and I can't breathe in here and oops I think I'm fainting.. Then I woke up before having to find out what it feels like with imploding lungs. That's nice.
Okay I have no idea what my brain is trying to tell me but I'm thinking it's pretty damn messed upp anyway.
Err, and then there was this dream where Edward Elric had taken over the car repair shop The Nasty Idiot is running, and he wanted to build me a mecha. WTF? Okay, thanks, I guess?
And I woke up every 90 minutes or so also, yeah, thank you. =_=
Sleep on train? Good idea.
So, anyway. Leaving to visit T-chan today, back sunday night. Have a good time, everybody!