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Sep. 23rd, 2005 07:05 amGAH. What the hell am I doing up this early?
Oh right. That last crack of thunder.
Right. Things I need to do today, in no particular order:
Clean living room
Upload stories
Write stories
Make icons
Which can also work for 'things I need to do tomorrow' too.
Dreams. I had dreams. I remember the gist and atmosphere of these dreams, and who was in them, but not what actually happened. Which is half a pity, 'cause there were some important discussions. I say half a pity because they weren't actually real discussions with the actual people. And I really hope that sentence made sense not just in my head.
So sleepy. And yet, the storm's still going on outside, I think. Which means that I am not going back to bed now just so I can get woken up in twenty minutes by another crack of thunder trying to disguise itself as a blitzkrieg. I mean, really. Was all that noise necessary? Stupid nature, waking me up. Besides, it's too early for the dregs of Rita to come up and smack us around. Though, with the Cat 5, who the hell knows. Poor Gulf Coast. It's taking such a pounding. Christ. The US is relocating itself. This is going to put a spoke in their wheel. And now I want to watch Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. And now I am clearly writing in stream-of-consciousness format. There are better things I could be writing in stream of consciousness format. Hmm. Perhaps it's time for some half-asleep stories.
Yes, Monty Python Holy Grail Ale does exist
Oh right. That last crack of thunder.
Right. Things I need to do today, in no particular order:
Clean living room
Upload stories
Write stories
Make icons
Which can also work for 'things I need to do tomorrow' too.
Dreams. I had dreams. I remember the gist and atmosphere of these dreams, and who was in them, but not what actually happened. Which is half a pity, 'cause there were some important discussions. I say half a pity because they weren't actually real discussions with the actual people. And I really hope that sentence made sense not just in my head.
So sleepy. And yet, the storm's still going on outside, I think. Which means that I am not going back to bed now just so I can get woken up in twenty minutes by another crack of thunder trying to disguise itself as a blitzkrieg. I mean, really. Was all that noise necessary? Stupid nature, waking me up. Besides, it's too early for the dregs of Rita to come up and smack us around. Though, with the Cat 5, who the hell knows. Poor Gulf Coast. It's taking such a pounding. Christ. The US is relocating itself. This is going to put a spoke in their wheel. And now I want to watch Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. And now I am clearly writing in stream-of-consciousness format. There are better things I could be writing in stream of consciousness format. Hmm. Perhaps it's time for some half-asleep stories.
Yes, Monty Python Holy Grail Ale does exist