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May. 6th, 2006 08:53 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeThat wasn't the weirdest dream I've had, but it's definitely somewhere in the top five. Of a specific category, which is to say, Fluffy-dreams. If he ever does that for real I might pop up on his doorstep and go 'WTF?'
After that lovely setback that.. heh. Dogs. I didn't realize I was quite that traumatized. But after that event that left me shaking I'm slowly putting the pieces back together. Again. Or still. No, again. Life needs to stop fucking pelting me with lemons. There's only so much lemonade I can drink before it tastes like piss.
I did see Doctor Who yesterday. I met Captain Jack, who does not impress. And the title creature is like something out of some of my nightmares, which makes it all the creepier. I was amused, however, at the Doctor being told to go see the Doctor, and then being called a U-boat captain. Between getting home late, Doctor Who, and making dinner, I didn't get much writing done. I didn't get any writing done. I did, however, make some alcoholic chicken, thereby learning that it wasn't the whiskey that was biting, it was the tabasco sauce. Hey, I have very little of either in my diet. Not enough to differentiate. It was still tasty as all hell. The recipe shall not be forthcoming. Or did I fail to post that already? Hmm. But, yes. Alcoholic chicken, with dipping sauce, and fries. Best damn meal I've cooked in a while. I may have to revisit this cooking thing. Except for the lazy.
Saw The Shield. Are there NO clean cops in that stationhouse? Bloody hell.
And now, off to work and then hopefully back to bed. Because I didn't go to bed till late last night, and I'm tired. And the dream was fucking weird.
After that lovely setback that.. heh. Dogs. I didn't realize I was quite that traumatized. But after that event that left me shaking I'm slowly putting the pieces back together. Again. Or still. No, again. Life needs to stop fucking pelting me with lemons. There's only so much lemonade I can drink before it tastes like piss.
I did see Doctor Who yesterday. I met Captain Jack, who does not impress. And the title creature is like something out of some of my nightmares, which makes it all the creepier. I was amused, however, at the Doctor being told to go see the Doctor, and then being called a U-boat captain. Between getting home late, Doctor Who, and making dinner, I didn't get much writing done. I didn't get any writing done. I did, however, make some alcoholic chicken, thereby learning that it wasn't the whiskey that was biting, it was the tabasco sauce. Hey, I have very little of either in my diet. Not enough to differentiate. It was still tasty as all hell. The recipe shall not be forthcoming. Or did I fail to post that already? Hmm. But, yes. Alcoholic chicken, with dipping sauce, and fries. Best damn meal I've cooked in a while. I may have to revisit this cooking thing. Except for the lazy.
Saw The Shield. Are there NO clean cops in that stationhouse? Bloody hell.
And now, off to work and then hopefully back to bed. Because I didn't go to bed till late last night, and I'm tired. And the dream was fucking weird.