flamingsword | drams and dramas and dreams, oh my (Reply)

I'm sitting here drinking Odwalla Superfood and chicken soup, because now we know what it is I'm fighting off, and it's a doozy, folks. One of the ladies in Xenoix's department was out today, her husband and kids having been sick with the new flu all week. Himself doesn't get sick or pay attention to people he works with, and so didn't know he was bringing her germs home to me. This pretty much accounts for how long I've been fighting off the sore throat and lack of hunger and lackadaisical mood as regards life. Strangely, it's not that different from how I normally am. I really do complain a lot, don't I? And yet I'm such an optimist, opportunistic like an infection. Life is crazy silly, yo.

The "Good People in Bad Situations" thing is still being chewed on by my brain, and now my unconscious mind is getting in on the action. I've been having dreams about being in situations that display different sides of the equation, and then in the morning I get to think consciously about what I'm trying to tell myself, and second-guessing the messages of your dream state? Crazy-making. I wonder if there's like some sort of meta-consciousness that sits and watches the tennis match that is my mind batting around an idea. I wonder what the score on that sucker's like.

And in other news, people are having family issues, old friend disconnections, and I will not be getting to see The Illusionist tomorrow and eat free popcorn like I wanted to. Well, not so much the free popcorn, I always give it to Xenoix and gonner221, but I wanted to sit in the theatre and make dorky 7th Heaven jokes about Jessica Biel with my best friend.

Oh, yeah. AND I want to go live in Atlantis. It's beyond all forms of cool. No, really. You can come over and watch the DVD's. And, no, this isn't like my plan to redecorate based on the LOTR Hobbiton idea, this one is totally doable.