Good Copenhagen Is Better Than Bad Cocaine.
The last few days in brief:
Wednesday: sliced my finger open while cutting a bagel and bled out like a stuck pig. My bathroom sink looked like a horror movie scene. Because it is cut at a strange part of my finger (the tip, just underneath the nail), I cannot put a Band-Aid on it, and so it is unprotected when I am my usual klutzy self and bump into things.
It is also a fairly shallow, if horrendously ugly, wound. I keep poking at it because I am reluctantly fascinated. It's a deep pink gash in my fingertip, and when I pull and poke at it, the wound flaps like a mouth. It's kinda gross, but I can't stop. It looks like a dummy's mouth. Or maybe a clown's. Maybe this is where my intrinsic fear of dummies and clowns come from.
Thursday: Internet goes down, I rediscover TV and books and sleep. Made a ton of icons to deal with the trauma. Attempted to do major Linguistics essay that is due next Tuesday. Gave up when I realized that I had to check my notes every five minutes to even begin to understand what the fuck my prof is talking about. Oh, headache.
Friday: made new letter signs for my bookstore. I could not love this job more. Where else could I do arts and crafts at work, and get paid for it? Also came to the realization that Fun Co-Worker and I are basically platonically dating, judging by the little gifts we give each other and all the time we spend together and the general level of intimacy between us. I don't mind. That girl rocks my universe hardcore.
Saturday: had a strange dream wherein I was screencapping some military movie that had Jeffrey Dean Morgan in a soldier's uniform (oh, hart), and there was gunfire and bombs going off and shells flying, and I kept missing Jeffrey every time I tried to click on him. Then the scene switched, and it was Jensen in a cowboy hat, no shirt, and skin-tight jeans. When I tried to screencap him, he pushed his hat up, and I could see another hat underneath it. And then I woke up.
...I truly have no idea what this dream is supposed to signify. But now I really want a good military movie starring Papa in army gear. With an obscenely young Jensen in a cowboy hat. Andthentheyhadsex.
Now I have to go out to dinner with the brother-in-law, his family, and the sister once work is done. After that, if there's still no Internet connection, more SPN icons because really, who needs sleep?
It is also a fairly shallow, if horrendously ugly, wound. I keep poking at it because I am reluctantly fascinated. It's a deep pink gash in my fingertip, and when I pull and poke at it, the wound flaps like a mouth. It's kinda gross, but I can't stop. It looks like a dummy's mouth. Or maybe a clown's. Maybe this is where my intrinsic fear of dummies and clowns come from.
...I truly have no idea what this dream is supposed to signify. But now I really want a good military movie starring Papa in army gear. With an obscenely young Jensen in a cowboy hat. Andthentheyhadsex.
Now I have to go out to dinner with the brother-in-law, his family, and the sister once work is done. After that, if there's still no Internet connection, more SPN icons because really, who needs sleep?