"... were it not that I have bad dreams."
Jan. 1st, 2004 02:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeThe New Years' party went off great. There were board games (at which I kicked ass, thank you!) and sparkling apple cider and a good movie and a shiny ball that dropped and door prizes and much laughter and teasing of each other. There were also cookies. And good veggies with dip. And ragging on Pirate!John and his friends. Ever so much fun.
And then we went home, dodging the drunk man and managing not to hit a single checkpoint the entire way home. Either that or they'd just all packed it in for the night since it was about 3:30 in the am by the time we got home, at least. Maybe more like 4. I know I didn't get to bed till 5, and then didn't wake up till 2, which is going to fuck up my entire sleep schedule. Oh well. Maybe I'll go to bed early tonight.
But then there were the nightmares, and that was just bad.
Ugh. I just woke up, and dashed to the computer because at least some of the nightmares were useful for story fodder. But now I need a shower and breakfast. In whichever order.
And then we went home, dodging the drunk man and managing not to hit a single checkpoint the entire way home. Either that or they'd just all packed it in for the night since it was about 3:30 in the am by the time we got home, at least. Maybe more like 4. I know I didn't get to bed till 5, and then didn't wake up till 2, which is going to fuck up my entire sleep schedule. Oh well. Maybe I'll go to bed early tonight.
But then there were the nightmares, and that was just bad.
Ugh. I just woke up, and dashed to the computer because at least some of the nightmares were useful for story fodder. But now I need a shower and breakfast. In whichever order.
