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[thedarksiren2]

I slept more last night than I have in what seems like an eternity. No, really. I went to bed around 11:30, five or six hours earlier than I have in over two weeks. I was going to try to get some melatonin from the drug store, but damn if I can find anything other than Melatonex, which is like $10 a pop. Sorry, that falls under the "extravagant" category, which I am not allowed to indulge in these days.

I received an answer yesterday that I had been waiting for. In fact, I all but hovered over the universe's shoulders, waiting for it to give me what I wanted. Amazing, the power of suggestion. *laughs*

I am not going into the answer right now...my brain still won't deal with it, or I'd let it out. Yes, the Inhabitants of Dawndom have retired for a short spell, their Queen Bee has hit the "snooze" button, and like Briar Rose, awaits her wake-up kiss.

It will come, soon enough. Reality is kind of a bastard son, however, so this is my forewarning that, when it does come, the worker bees aren't likely to be pleasant. They may act solely on function, the largest of which is to protect their queen.


I woke with the strangest metallic taste in my mouth, like after getting a filling or something. It's pretty awful, and hasn't gone away since I brushed my teeth. I don't get it, as I haven't had dental work done in a few years and, if I do say so myself, I take pretty damn good care of my mouth. It is, after all, the pathway to my voice.


I was searching for Easter Eggs with Jessica Simpson in a dream...WTHolyF? I just remember how irritated I was with her because she was sitting on a bunch of them, as well as all the bags we were to use to collect them...dozens of incredibly wrinkled grocery bags, some gold, some blue. She kept whining about boys, about her husband, what's-his-head (that's what I kept thinking in the dream..."what's-his-face"). There was a reporter in our space, holding a microphone that kept getting tangled up with Jessica's legs and my hands whenever I tried to reach an egg that was not easily accessible. Something about the gym, about machines not functioning properly, stationary bicycles bent and useless. I tried, regardless, and my legs were mangled with the pedals. A man on a neaby machine watched and began to sweat in his watching, like the site of me was exasperating.

Definitely a frustration dream.
Gawd, Jessica Simpson? Why the hell would I dream about her???
*shivers*



I suspect my 40th birthday party will be like the day I was born.
I say it'll be schizophrenia.
wraptboy claims it'll be menopause.

You say to-ma-to, I say to-mah-to...

*shrugs*


Someone PLEASE give me motivation today!
GAH!

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Sparkey

[poliwitch.livejournal.com]

You are the sparks which illuminates the heavens
Your cyrstal burn a touch
of lovingly creative Venus De' Milo Dust
You are the voice all other voices hover to fly past, yet yours is the one
The one that Rings true to the hearts of joy

You are a good person

The best person.

Move forward, GO FOR IT! RA RA RA!!!!!

[hematite-cross.livejournal.com]

Ouch. Horrid price for the melatonin. I seems to remember picking up a bottle of 50 or so pills for only 5 or 6 bucks last time I got it. Think that was from a dollar store. Of course, with Dayton having approximately one drug store per block, maybe they have more competitive prices on such things.