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Blergh. I so dislike dreams where reality and absurdity collide and rob me of the chances of dream smooches. I really, really do. The dream, until reality sort of tried to knock on the door, was going rather well. Entertaining for me, predictable "fall for me!" misunderstood semi-bad boy [but not really] and then just as I was thisclose to dream smooches, my brain or the hamster directing the film decides, "HEY, I KNOW..." and brings the ex back from the dead.* As in he appears in the dream, luggage in tow, and is more than a little put-out that hello, attempting to move the hell on.

Which sends other dude off in a huff [apparently I like my dreams populated by huffy people. Who knew?] and the ex is waiting for an explanation that will only be delivered by me kicking in his kneecaps. So there's failed juggling and I get all huffy and stalk off and somehow this translates into me being kicked out of my house and the geeks turn on me and it is so not a happy sort of thing.

*-Not really dead, but should I run into him before my temper simmers down, he might wish he was.

I'm sure I owe comments to at least one person and I'll play catch up in a bit. After I forage for food.

I do have to say that there are few things more satisfying than being able to surprise a friend of yours with news that yes, you do have other friends that no, they do not know. For example:
ass-crack of dawn [for me] call from Cass: What're you doing tomorrow?
me: Baby shower.
Cass: ...! For who?

uh, what now?

My digital camera just turned on. I... wasn't even touching it. Hell, I wasn't even looking at it.