there can't be many ways to wake up better than being thwapped with a puppy's tail.
my subconscious is convinced of several things, not least of which is that snape should be trying to seduce harry on voldemort's orders. another one would be that hermione should be on the swim team. a third would be that the next main voldemort-henchman needs to be an evil villainess. villainous woman. yes. a teacher, though. although actually, there was also a dream with draco, and . hm. i guess it's better than dreaming about my mother dissolving. and after all, there was kissing. but i really really HATE the beach, for the record.
evidently the cable modem is down. this is going to be disjointed until then. i predict oatmeal for lunch, because i'm worried about taking too little food with the ibuprofen i'm so indiscriminately consuming. maybe it's because i'm getting older--the monthly attacks of lower back pain are worsening. i remember when the worst it ever was was one day, and this is now the third, which has been known to happen before, but it's usually a milder version. luckily (?), we're the kind of household where if you look just a little you find no less than five (5) opened bottles of ibuprofen.
what's wrong with my modem? arggggh.
and now i can't find my disk drive. this could be a major issue. i need my disk drive. really, really, really, really, really, really-- URK. a;ljfa;sjfa;lsjf.
my subconscious is convinced of several things, not least of which is that snape should be trying to seduce harry on voldemort's orders. another one would be that hermione should be on the swim team. a third would be that the next main voldemort-henchman needs to be an evil villainess. villainous woman. yes. a teacher, though. although actually, there was also a dream with draco, and . hm. i guess it's better than dreaming about my mother dissolving. and after all, there was kissing. but i really really HATE the beach, for the record.
evidently the cable modem is down. this is going to be disjointed until then. i predict oatmeal for lunch, because i'm worried about taking too little food with the ibuprofen i'm so indiscriminately consuming. maybe it's because i'm getting older--the monthly attacks of lower back pain are worsening. i remember when the worst it ever was was one day, and this is now the third, which has been known to happen before, but it's usually a milder version. luckily (?), we're the kind of household where if you look just a little you find no less than five (5) opened bottles of ibuprofen.
what's wrong with my modem? arggggh.
and now i can't find my disk drive. this could be a major issue. i need my disk drive. really, really, really, really, really, really-- URK. a;ljfa;sjfa;lsjf.