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Apr. 20th, 2009 01:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
impyThe downside to dreaming for ten hours [okay, fine, sleeping for ten] is that you end up with a mixed bag of dreams. Like the ones with Cuddy and House who are actually paper doll types who can't commit because there's this half a person in the middle of their 'ship. Which might make even less sense if I'd watched any episodes of House after the second one of the third season. :p Or maybe the one about the witch who grants, accidentally-like, immortality to someone and then orders her hench-thug to off said person. Yeah, a fifteen minute loop of the same deaths but with one more added each time? Really. Not. Fun. Spikes and rusty nails and just a general ick. It finally ended with someone [me] pointing out that this was getting boring, it was senseless, and oh yeah, it made the hench-thug look like a moron for even trying. Seriously. You gave it your best effort, but no dice.
Yeah. I slept all night. Well. Sort of. I tried. I did my best. But from 8-9:30, Widge kept appearing and asking me stuff and if I hadn't been so tired I was delirious, I might've gotten up and read to him from the book we've been reading. As it was, if I blinked the room began to spin and I started to wonder if Widge was seconds away from killing me, and if so, why would he be asking about Humphrey?
CRAP. Why did I never notice when the local Build-a-bear went belly-up? Oh, sure, I never venture into the mall because it's Evil, but still. Now I have to con Widge into believing the website to be just as good because this way he gets MAIL. So. You there. Convince him for me, would you? Either way, damn. This is going to be expensive because he'll give me big widget sad eyes and even if I could say no to such a thing [I can, actually] I cannot deny the cute of a bear.
Bears, you see, are my ultimate weakness. Use this knowledge wisely.
I need to go get ready for my afternoon out doing whatever it is one does while it's daylight.
Yeah. I slept all night. Well. Sort of. I tried. I did my best. But from 8-9:30, Widge kept appearing and asking me stuff and if I hadn't been so tired I was delirious, I might've gotten up and read to him from the book we've been reading. As it was, if I blinked the room began to spin and I started to wonder if Widge was seconds away from killing me, and if so, why would he be asking about Humphrey?
CRAP. Why did I never notice when the local Build-a-bear went belly-up? Oh, sure, I never venture into the mall because it's Evil, but still. Now I have to con Widge into believing the website to be just as good because this way he gets MAIL. So. You there. Convince him for me, would you? Either way, damn. This is going to be expensive because he'll give me big widget sad eyes and even if I could say no to such a thing [I can, actually] I cannot deny the cute of a bear.
Bears, you see, are my ultimate weakness. Use this knowledge wisely.
I need to go get ready for my afternoon out doing whatever it is one does while it's daylight.