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Morning call.
Apr. 21st, 2008 08:00 amSo last night I dreamed that I kissed David Tennant's toes, told him he had weird feet, and left him in bed with two women and another man and talk about batteries. My waking thoughts on the subject ran immediately to "DAMMIT!", which was also appropriate for 5:45 am in general.
I don't know whether to call my imaginative subconscious a damn cocktease or just a plain old garden-variety oblivious idiot. Considering that I realized that I forgot my due library books in my room about fifteen minutes down the snow-covered country road (the very reason I was getting up so early to carpool a ride into town before work)... I think I'm going to go for the latter with a side of Monday-itis.
sigh
Knee-deep drifts. Supposed to stay this way until Friday. Friday. Last week we were hitting the mid-twenties. This week, all the snow we didn't get in the last four months is crowding in for one last hurrah. It's like an Eddie Izzard skit involving laundry or creation myths.
FWOOOOTH
Like so.
And my knees really, really hurt today. No comment. Those who know why will also no comment.
I don't know whether to call my imaginative subconscious a damn cocktease or just a plain old garden-variety oblivious idiot. Considering that I realized that I forgot my due library books in my room about fifteen minutes down the snow-covered country road (the very reason I was getting up so early to carpool a ride into town before work)... I think I'm going to go for the latter with a side of Monday-itis.
sigh
Knee-deep drifts. Supposed to stay this way until Friday. Friday. Last week we were hitting the mid-twenties. This week, all the snow we didn't get in the last four months is crowding in for one last hurrah. It's like an Eddie Izzard skit involving laundry or creation myths.
FWOOOOTH
Like so.
And my knees really, really hurt today. No comment. Those who know why will also no comment.
