D is for lots of things...
So it turns out reading Sandman right before bed is kind of a bad idea, because it makes my mind paranoid and self-conscious about its own dreams.
I finished the first collection, with Dream being captured and released and looking for his bag and helmet and ruby. I squeed, though not quite aloud, when I read that John Constantine had the sand and Lucifer had the helm-- oh God. And the League of Justice? That was-- wow. Most disturbing part of the thing, really. But you gotta love Dr. Jonathan Crane.
And Death is adorable, oh God. It's hard to believe she's older than Dream, but it was nice to see someone give him a metaphorical bitchslap. She's so cute.
I've got a midterm in 17 minutes, but I knew I wouldn't be able to concentrate until I wrote this.
I finished the first collection, with Dream being captured and released and looking for his bag and helmet and ruby. I squeed, though not quite aloud, when I read that John Constantine had the sand and Lucifer had the helm-- oh God. And the League of Justice? That was-- wow. Most disturbing part of the thing, really. But you gotta love Dr. Jonathan Crane.
And Death is adorable, oh God. It's hard to believe she's older than Dream, but it was nice to see someone give him a metaphorical bitchslap. She's so cute.
I've got a midterm in 17 minutes, but I knew I wouldn't be able to concentrate until I wrote this.