more strikingly un-deep thoughts from my subconscious

Last night I was thinking about the scope of RPS fandoms in passing and then I ended up having this confused dream that included both Andraé/Santino and some confusingly elaborate NSYNC story where NSYNC weren't really themselves and Joey didn't exist and Lance was played by someone else and they produced, like, indie music or something, and JC and not!Lance were fucking and so were Chris and Justin but Justin left the band to become an actor and there was some kind of misunderstanding and Chris's heart was broken and the story - which I might have been watching as a movie or something - was framed with these Looking Back! interview bits where not-Lance and JC and Chris were sitting on a blanket on a little hill in a park in the middle of a college campus and JC and not-Lance were sitting with Chris between them so they could share the duty of comforting him when Justin's name came up, because then he like, collapsed sobbing and buried his face in their shirt and they had to hug him and tell the story in a hushed voice. However, I woke up before the actual misunderstanding was explained, which is a bummer. The Andraé-POV part, in contrast, seemed to have some kind of science fictiony VR element. Although in retrospect the story was pretty stupid, I'm mildly miffed to have woken up without finding out how it ended.

otherwise known as Snotnose

Lily's had some kind of allergies or nose mites or whatever - she's been sniffling and sneezing and oozing gobs of snot half as big as her head, all right? - for six months or more but just recently she's started acting completely pathetic and possibly like she has a fever, which makes it seem like she's not just sort of allergic to humans/dogs/cats/dust/books. She probably needs to see a vet. Too bad those bitches are so expensive. She's really pathetic.

dying right here is strictly prohibited

DYING RIGHT HERE IS STRICTLY PROHIBITED. Ahahahahhahahahaha.