lunesque | I suppose I should write something.

After work last night, Dad and I went to Denny's for a really late dinner, and I told him the story about how my Draco!muse threw a fit because I didn't get him his green Vision Elite pen like he commanded me to (he still thanks you for it,

nonewwitticisms, as you're obviously more in tune with his needs than his pathetic excuse for a host. :-/) Dad thinks I'm going insane. I think I might agree with him.

I had two dreams last night, and I remember both of them, which is really unusual.

In the first one, I was the queen of England, and my ship had wrecked onto a deserted island. My advisors and the other people on the ship had to recreate our society on this island, and everyone kept telling me what an excellent leader I was. All I could think about where how tired everyone looked and how my hands were blistering from attempting to gather vegetables from the foilage. Then a Spanish ship came up on shore and took us all hostage, and I was in the middle of negotiations with them for our freedom when I woke up.

And of course, my door had managed to close itself again, and I was sweltering. My throat was so parched that it had swollen up, and when I drank my bottle of water from the fridge, it was so cold it burned its way down my throat.

The second dream I had,

krysis_,

scheherezhad,

nonewwitticisms,

draca, and I were at a library. I think we were planning on going to a movie or something. And I went through so many mood swings in my dream that they all just threw up their hands, called me insane, and left me alone. I couldn't stop crying.

I woke up to a cat purrring up against me, and the other one trying to steal the same spot. There was sunlight, and my arms ached.

It was a bad night.

But life goes on.