This morning I had detailed, elaborate dreams that I've mostly forgotten. I had three or four siblings, tiny genius sociopaths. They were fun. I wish I could remember more. There was a van ride, and Brian K. showed up, and then I got out and tried to figure out which direction was south so that I could get home, after which I began one of those tiresome treks down the side of the highway that often seems so necessary in dreams. Definitely better than centipedes, and I slept ten hours (to make up for the night before) and didn't want to get up.
Did I mention, by the way, that I need QAF season three? I can't DL them and I'm getting rather anxious here. I'm not sure if they're going to start replaying them after the season ender--does anyone know? Will give my first-born soul for tapes. I feel like such a whiner, but obsession makes me shameless.
I am so unmotivated
Thank god it's fucking Friday already.