this is the closest I'll ever get to drunkposting: insomniac posting
WIIIIIIIIDE awake. Don't know why. Except maybe it was the fact that I slept in until nine a.m. this morning. (I'm not even sure how I accomplished that.)
So I had this really weird dream last night, in which Callum Keith Rennie was living at my parents' house. At one point I was explaining to him how bricks were made. I DON'T HAVE ANY EXPLANATION FOR THIS except random inexplicable manifestation of my CKR crush. And apparently my inherent desire to tell everyone lots of stupid trivia.
I should go read bsg_bigbang fics while I'm not sleeping. Instead I'm looking at all the pretty rings that I waaaaaaaaannnnt ("Dear Santa, I have been very well-behaved this year. Even in my dreams.")
So I had this really weird dream last night, in which Callum Keith Rennie was living at my parents' house. At one point I was explaining to him how bricks were made. I DON'T HAVE ANY EXPLANATION FOR THIS except random inexplicable manifestation of my CKR crush. And apparently my inherent desire to tell everyone lots of stupid trivia.
I should go read bsg_bigbang fics while I'm not sleeping. Instead I'm looking at all the pretty rings that I waaaaaaaaannnnt ("Dear Santa, I have been very well-behaved this year. Even in my dreams.")