Weirdness

[tinhuvielartanis]

I'm in a weird space today. My head seems to be floating on a string about 2 feet away from my body. That's how it feels, anyway.

Aunt Tudi and I got up at 4:30 this morning and I had the brilliant idea that she should call Hampton Inn to make sure that old lady still worked there. I didn't think of this before, but sleep desperation (not deprivation, 'cos I'm getting lots of sleep) caused me to have that moment of clarity. So she called the hotel and, lo and behold! That old lady hasn't worked there in years.

So we went back to bed.

And I slept until 3 o'clock. THREE PM.

During that time, I dreamt that I was moving into a large house with my new family. It was almost like the Brady Bunch: half the kids belonged to him, half to her. I ended up sharing a room with piperdawn, but we wanted a different room that didn't get the afternoon sun because we were both so hot-natured. So we traded with two of the boys who had a pet Alpaca. The Alpaca wouldn't use the litter box, but was paper trained instead. While I was listening to the father bitch about the Alpaca and all the other animals in the house, we got word that one of the boys had had a sled accident. The sled had been designed by piperdawn, who had made the front too short for steering. I was explaining this to a social worker, using kleenex boxes as a model, and piperdawn curled up on the foot of her bed and pouted, feeling responsible. I told her not to worry about it, that we hadn't started our sled business yet. Then the Alpaca walked through our room. And that was the end of the dream. Oh, I should mentioned that piperdawn had a short little bob of a hair-do with curls that ended on her cheek bones. What this means, I don't know. But I dreamed it, so there you go.

I had some leftover spaghetti for breakfast/lunch/dinner and am hellbent on remaining nauseated and surly until LOST comes on tonight. After that, I'm going back to sleep with the full intention of getting up at a decent hour so Aunt Tudi and I can run off to the beach for a long, long while.

Amen and Hallelujah.

**EDIT**
The time on this is screwy. I wrote it at 4:30, but the time says 1:39. I wasn't even AWAKE at 1:39. Screwy.

Comments

[falkenna.livejournal.com]

LMAO. You have one freaky subconscious, girlfriend.

[mercymanic.livejournal.com]

lostlostlostlostlost......