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why yes, I would like a wombat, thank you.
Jan. 4th, 2006 02:10 pmI'm feeling semi-productive. On the other hand, how'd it get to be nearly two in the afternoon already? I've done nothing! Arrgh! On the other hand, yeeeesh it's only 2 and I'm bushed. I've gotten a lot done today. Sometimes it's difficult being of two minds, thus.
Today feels like a quirky and good day. I hope it stays that way. I had crappy dreams last night of an old familiar variety, but with a slight twist. Throughout all the dreams I was convinced deep down (but in a secret shhhh kind of way) that I was enrolled in a class which (which? that? yeah, something) I had never attended, and time was running out for me to get to the professor and explain why and try to keep from failing. The clock kept ticking even as the scene shifted over and over again to different dreams, and I never talked to anyone else about it, and nobody else even suspected I was taking any kind of schooling, and this growing sense of dread about failing kept invading everything I was doing. My brain? Not subtle. Not even a little bit. Yeesh.
Note to self: sitting at the computer during the early afternoon makes for much glare. Either get curtains for this room (oh gods please no more curtains no mooooore) or, um, make provisions to be up and about doing stuff instead of puttering at the 'puter at that time. And on that note, I'm off (to see the wizard, lalalalala).
Today feels like a quirky and good day. I hope it stays that way. I had crappy dreams last night of an old familiar variety, but with a slight twist. Throughout all the dreams I was convinced deep down (but in a secret shhhh kind of way) that I was enrolled in a class which (which? that? yeah, something) I had never attended, and time was running out for me to get to the professor and explain why and try to keep from failing. The clock kept ticking even as the scene shifted over and over again to different dreams, and I never talked to anyone else about it, and nobody else even suspected I was taking any kind of schooling, and this growing sense of dread about failing kept invading everything I was doing. My brain? Not subtle. Not even a little bit. Yeesh.
Note to self: sitting at the computer during the early afternoon makes for much glare. Either get curtains for this room (oh gods please no more curtains no mooooore) or, um, make provisions to be up and about doing stuff instead of puttering at the 'puter at that time. And on that note, I'm off (to see the wizard, lalalalala).
