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Jun. 30th, 2003 07:56 pmGot a pretty bad sunburn yesterday but couldn't resist the urge to be outside today, so. Covered up a bit more and used a higher SPF. Burned a bit more anyway. Erm. Will possibly be spending the rest of the week inside, for safety's sake. I consider it highly, highly unfair that my mother passed my sister her Native American skintone and I got the white, pasty Irish skin of my father's family. I was robbed. Robbed, I'm telling you! Huff.
I smell like sunscreen. And burning. Mmm. ;-)
I had strange dream last night. I think I was maybe half-awake at the time and a noise caught my attention. The half-asleep part of the brain translated it pretty definitely as wire coat hangers scraping across the bar in the closet as someone came out from behind them. Closet door opened and this huge shape moved across my room and then there was a massive, scratchy hand on my shoulder and I was flying up to the ceiling. My sister's bedraggled, ancient teddy bear, Pooka, was on the bed despite the fact that he currently resides in NC with the sister, and he was the last thing I saw before the whole dream just kinda--either went black or stopped. Then there was a banging noise and I woke up, convinced that the closet monster had just slammed my bedroom door shut. It was still open, of course, so I laid back down and was very grateful not to have a roommate. I just know that if I did, one bad dream and I'd be in their bed, whether they wanted me there or not. I have nightmares like an eight-year old, hey. I want to be comforted like an eight-year old after. ;-)
In what is possibly more interesting news, Berrigan story? Yeah, not finished yet. The first three quarters, they're all set. But the last part not so much. I might make the deadline. I probably won't. I want to be writing, want very much, just ask any of the people I chat with--but the focus isn't there.
The focus is not helped by JC's songs. The more I listen to Some Girls the more it's implanted in my brain. I love them all but that one is just sticking. Still. Love! Like, chair-dancing, singing along type love. And I can't help but think of JC and Justin working on new NSYNC songs together and generally imparting so much sexy that like, entire studios melt down around them.
And speaking of the focus not being there, I wrote all that above stuff about an hour ago, and then proceeded to sit around and look at pictures and drink lemonade. Yup. Look at me go, with the writing.
When those of you who are going to CTFC come back, I hope you bring with you many, many pictures of Chris. Considering my friends' list I don't think I have much to worry much about on that front, but I'm just saying. Two in about four million years is just not enough. Not enough at allllllll.
OK. Going to really make an attempt to finish the Berrigan now. Or go poke my sunburn some more, whatever, close enough. ;-)
I smell like sunscreen. And burning. Mmm. ;-)
I had strange dream last night. I think I was maybe half-awake at the time and a noise caught my attention. The half-asleep part of the brain translated it pretty definitely as wire coat hangers scraping across the bar in the closet as someone came out from behind them. Closet door opened and this huge shape moved across my room and then there was a massive, scratchy hand on my shoulder and I was flying up to the ceiling. My sister's bedraggled, ancient teddy bear, Pooka, was on the bed despite the fact that he currently resides in NC with the sister, and he was the last thing I saw before the whole dream just kinda--either went black or stopped. Then there was a banging noise and I woke up, convinced that the closet monster had just slammed my bedroom door shut. It was still open, of course, so I laid back down and was very grateful not to have a roommate. I just know that if I did, one bad dream and I'd be in their bed, whether they wanted me there or not. I have nightmares like an eight-year old, hey. I want to be comforted like an eight-year old after. ;-)
In what is possibly more interesting news, Berrigan story? Yeah, not finished yet. The first three quarters, they're all set. But the last part not so much. I might make the deadline. I probably won't. I want to be writing, want very much, just ask any of the people I chat with--but the focus isn't there.
The focus is not helped by JC's songs. The more I listen to Some Girls the more it's implanted in my brain. I love them all but that one is just sticking. Still. Love! Like, chair-dancing, singing along type love. And I can't help but think of JC and Justin working on new NSYNC songs together and generally imparting so much sexy that like, entire studios melt down around them.
And speaking of the focus not being there, I wrote all that above stuff about an hour ago, and then proceeded to sit around and look at pictures and drink lemonade. Yup. Look at me go, with the writing.
When those of you who are going to CTFC come back, I hope you bring with you many, many pictures of Chris. Considering my friends' list I don't think I have much to worry much about on that front, but I'm just saying. Two in about four million years is just not enough. Not enough at allllllll.
OK. Going to really make an attempt to finish the Berrigan now. Or go poke my sunburn some more, whatever, close enough. ;-)
