strange dreams, nice morning.

I had the weirdest mix of dreams,
none horribly bad.

The fist consisted of moving into a new place,
and knocking down one wall and appropriating part of another unused apartment,
course it ended up being all but the kitchen/familyroom of THE STOCKTON HOUSE,
which, maybe some day, before I die,
WILL GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY DREAMS, stupid house.

And then suddenly I was out with mr_glass,
in his car on the way to the Smith's I don't care for.
For god knows what.
And it WAS the current date, I knew it was beginning of October.
And we passed an empty lot which was full of xmas trees.

And I..started..whining.
(ugh)
I said, (exact quote)
"Yeah people will take me out and buy me booze but nobody will get me a fucking christmas tree!"

Which is ridiculously whiny and I can't imagine I'd say such a thing,
at all seriously,
but I guess it came off as a joke, so he laughed.

And then I woke up, brain full of one someone,
who wasn't even in any of my dreams that I can recall,
and to an email from someone I haven't talked to in ages.

May you live in interesting times.

Also.

I made a lovely lovely, somewhat spicy, egg flower soup just now.
From scratch, cause I'm just that awesome, natch.

When eris clones go bad

erispie:  So, yes, discussing what?
piepie:  I still vote for cheese.
slimecake:  Nobody cares what you think.
piepie:  I'm pretty sure nobody cares what  A CAKE MADE OF SLIME THINKS.
slimecake:  hater
piepie:  A pie flavoured pie, on the other hand, everybody likes.
* erispie  sighs.
slimecake:  What's wrong with a cake made of slime?
piepie:  You really have to ask this?
slimecake:  What?
erispie:  ...
erispie:  So ... no actual discussion then?
piepie:  What's wrong with cheese?
erispie:  GODDAMNIT
* erispie  ignores the cake and pie.
slimecake:  wtf did I do?
piepie:  HAH!
piepie:  stupidslime.
* slimecake  pouts.
* piepie  discusses cheese with the wall.