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I am in a fabulous fucking mood this morning.
Even having dreamed about![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
smaugchow and axissilverhand and a nighttime road trip in southern Indiana where Axis waxed effusive about the interesting braking performance of a car-laden semi on a wet road, and I sought in vain for a bathroom at the Kwik-E-Mart we stopped at for provisions.
Even having further dreamed about participating in a doubtless FarCry-inspired "reality" show with UndeadJeeves,algernon, and Seth Green, wherein none of us could shoot for shit (much like opponents of the A Team), there was a waist-high topiary maze between the house and the garage, and one of the challenges was to get drunk but remain seated on a coffee table. I think Al and I looked at each other and laughed when we got told about that one.
Finally, I dreamt I was in a hotel room/love shaque with some minor-celebrity-of-the-dream, and was in the process of getting it on (pulling on a condom, putting on a Breathe-Rite strip (why, I don't know, but it hit my eyes with a static shock and a bright blue flash), and pausing just before consummation to criticize yon maiden for getting off on the idea of fanboy nookie. "Look, I don't mind if you get off on thinking you're fucking a fanboy, and I can certainly -act- like a fanboy, but the condescending attitude isn't sexy. You're getting fucked by -me.-" At which point, inconveniently, I woke up.
Kicking off the last week's worth of depression feels damn good, even if other folks are currently in a rough patch of their own. . . if nothing else, I'm in a better frame of mind to listen and help.
Weekend plans include Halloween (okay, year-round) decoration procurement, weatherstripping my ill-fitting kitchen door, maybe buying a couple of books, and hopefully riding this good mood back into productive writing territory. Unsure if we'll make it to the actual eventbaobh is in town for, but it would definitely be desirable to spend time with her, that lucky bastard she's currently amorous with, and the netgoth/critus Combo Pack (aka Gothopia Moon Base Bravo) if we can finagle doing so.
. . . and, yanno, maybe nail up plywood in case any hunkering is needed.
Heck, even pulling the trigger on a fantasy football trade felt good.
And, on a completely unrelated note: Free Bagels for breakfast. w000t.
Even having dreamed about
smaugchow and axissilverhand and a nighttime road trip in southern Indiana where Axis waxed effusive about the interesting braking performance of a car-laden semi on a wet road, and I sought in vain for a bathroom at the Kwik-E-Mart we stopped at for provisions.Even having further dreamed about participating in a doubtless FarCry-inspired "reality" show with UndeadJeeves,
algernon, and Seth Green, wherein none of us could shoot for shit (much like opponents of the A Team), there was a waist-high topiary maze between the house and the garage, and one of the challenges was to get drunk but remain seated on a coffee table. I think Al and I looked at each other and laughed when we got told about that one.Finally, I dreamt I was in a hotel room/love shaque with some minor-celebrity-of-the-dream, and was in the process of getting it on (pulling on a condom, putting on a Breathe-Rite strip (why, I don't know, but it hit my eyes with a static shock and a bright blue flash), and pausing just before consummation to criticize yon maiden for getting off on the idea of fanboy nookie. "Look, I don't mind if you get off on thinking you're fucking a fanboy, and I can certainly -act- like a fanboy, but the condescending attitude isn't sexy. You're getting fucked by -me.-" At which point, inconveniently, I woke up.
Kicking off the last week's worth of depression feels damn good, even if other folks are currently in a rough patch of their own. . . if nothing else, I'm in a better frame of mind to listen and help.
Weekend plans include Halloween (okay, year-round) decoration procurement, weatherstripping my ill-fitting kitchen door, maybe buying a couple of books, and hopefully riding this good mood back into productive writing territory. Unsure if we'll make it to the actual event
baobh is in town for, but it would definitely be desirable to spend time with her, that lucky bastard she's currently amorous with, and the netgoth/critus Combo Pack (aka Gothopia Moon Base Bravo) if we can finagle doing so.. . . and, yanno, maybe nail up plywood in case any hunkering is needed.
Heck, even pulling the trigger on a fantasy football trade felt good.
And, on a completely unrelated note: Free Bagels for breakfast. w000t.
