Best to be the Changing Water

( Lyricspam! ) Who Needs Sleep by Barenaked Ladies


I'm going to need some sort of sleep aid for a few days at least, I'm thinking. I sleep, certainly. I get tired, I fall asleep, but I've had trouble getting restful, comfortable, deep sleep since I got home again. I toss and turn, my mind spinning a mile a minute even when I'm solid in sleep. I wake up with snatches of whizzing worldliness in my head, but no sign of true dreams.

I wake up feeling like I spent the night thinking about too much, like my head is full of things I haven't processed, full of too many ideas and wonders and thoughts and plans and castles. No real dreams, just snatches of probability, possibility. Nothing with form or cohesion, no coherence. Flickering bits of film, replaying moments that may or may not have happened, or are yet to happen.

I did not sleep well. Perhaps some decompression time is all I need, time to relax back into my ordinary life and the comforts of a scheduled reality. And some more forced sleep, courtesy of my friendly herbal valerian supplements and a hot cup of tea before bed.

I have just done what might be the funniest thing in a long while.

I'm sitting here, reading SPN fic (Dean/Castiel, Mmm) and drinking my egg nog, which has a very very tiny amount of rum in it. (All of this was intended to help me get my insomniac ass to sleep, so I can get up and work tomorrow.)

And there is another glass next to mine, with about two gulps of something in it. Milk? Something. I don't know. It was KK's drink, it doesn't matter what's in it.

I moved hers behind mine so I could stop reaching past it to get my drink..

THIS WAS MY FIRST MISTAKE.

I then, reading and not looking at the glasses, picked hers up instead of mine.

And took a drink.

And promptly SPAT IT BACK INTO THE GLASS. In sheer surprise and "Woah! That's not what I was drinking!"

After which I stare for a moment at the last two gulps of a White Russian, now with my spit added, and start to laugh uncontrollably. All I can think of at that moment is Dogma, and Metatron spitting his tequila because angels aren't allowed to drink. Followed by "omg I just spit in KK's drink.."

So then, I tell my mother, because she's looking confused about my laughter.

Her reaction? "You might as well drink it now."

"Yes, since it now has my spit in it. White russian, now with SPIT."

Her screen nearly took a nice spray of water, too.

My duty here is done. And I've added the drink (with SPIT) to my egg nog.

Mmmm; kahlua, rum, and egg nog. =D With SPIT.

I'm still laughing.

My brain just created the most convoluted and frankly interesting dream in the history of ever.

Which appears to have combined elements from Angel Sanctuary, Death Note, Firefly?, and something odd and entirely other.

( I'll tell what I can remember... )

Welcome to my wacky brain, ne.

(tags pending!)

D= My paid account is expiring. In five days.

Woe is me.

*Cough*holidaygift?*cough*

Also?

I ate fish today. o.o; For those of you who don't know me so well, I have been an avid disliker of fish for many many many years.

Except for tuna salad. And crab on occasion. And this salmon stuff that Mom makes. And I used to love fish sticks. But that was it. Almost no seafood, ever never. Ew.

But I ordered fish and chips at the local fast food place, and ate it, and.. liked it. O.O;

Help! Who am I, and what have the aliens done to my body~?!?

<3 At least, it's not as though I've suddenly developed a bizarre fondness for leeks or miso paste. Fish almost makes sense. n.n;;

I still won't eat anything vaguely squidlike, or anything raw. But maybe... I'll eat fish more often. We do live near the ocean now, after all.

"Fish."
"The fish of the day is white cod with lemon sauce. Please enjoy your meal."
"Fish."
"The fish of the day is white cod with lemon sauce. Please enjoy your meal."
"Fish."
"The fish of the day is white cod with lemon sauce. Please enjoy your meal."
"Fish."
"The fish of the day is white cod with lemon sauce. Please enjoy your meal."
"I will~ Thank you."
-Cat