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Not much of a post today, new Snerfflebarglast round will be up tomorrow, when I'm done painting my friend's room. Yeah, I'm such a nice friend...
I'm exhausted for no apparent raisin. Or prune, or dried apricot. Work drrrraaaaaaggggggeeeeedddd like you wouldn't believe, then I got home and fell into bed (I know, such an exciting Friday night, can you stand it?). Slept for a good 3 hours and had the weirdest dream ever:
I was going to take my motorcycle in to work (um, no, I don't own one, never have, though my parents had them when I was little so I have ridden) and couldn't find it. I was very confused and upset. Then I seemed to vaguely recall that my hubby had... blown mine up. And then lost his, so the place where they were in the garage was now empty (Except we only have a two car garage and we park both cars in there. Not that dreams ever make sense, I know.). And I was very confused, because dream-me was trying to figure out if I was dreaming, or if we really had bought motorcycles at some point...
It felt very real, and coupled with the confusion of waking up in the evening (I'm always a little out of it when I wake up at 8:30 at night!) has made for a weird overall evening.
See? I'm hardly coherent.
I'm going back to bed. I'll catch up with all of you tomorrow after I get home from painting. At which time I may or may not be coherent due to paint fumes (but it should be all good, no primer involved!)
I'm exhausted for no apparent raisin. Or prune, or dried apricot. Work drrrraaaaaaggggggeeeeedddd like you wouldn't believe, then I got home and fell into bed (I know, such an exciting Friday night, can you stand it?). Slept for a good 3 hours and had the weirdest dream ever:
I was going to take my motorcycle in to work (um, no, I don't own one, never have, though my parents had them when I was little so I have ridden) and couldn't find it. I was very confused and upset. Then I seemed to vaguely recall that my hubby had... blown mine up. And then lost his, so the place where they were in the garage was now empty (Except we only have a two car garage and we park both cars in there. Not that dreams ever make sense, I know.). And I was very confused, because dream-me was trying to figure out if I was dreaming, or if we really had bought motorcycles at some point...
It felt very real, and coupled with the confusion of waking up in the evening (I'm always a little out of it when I wake up at 8:30 at night!) has made for a weird overall evening.
See? I'm hardly coherent.
I'm going back to bed. I'll catch up with all of you tomorrow after I get home from painting. At which time I may or may not be coherent due to paint fumes (but it should be all good, no primer involved!)