The Mind is a Powerful Thing to Waste.
Apr. 24th, 2005 09:43 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aamusedinatxYou have to wonder about yourself when you wake up from a dream where your mother has Julie Andrews for a roommate and you waltzed with Harry Reasoner at a party.
And no sex.
I hate dreams like that. Not that I want to have sex with Harry Reasoner, or see my mother have sex with Julie Andrews--but you know what I mean.
7 days from now I'm on a plane and winging my way eastward to my whisk-away. I can hardly wait. Getting through this week in anything that resembles a productive fashion will be next to impossible. As the day draws near my excitement builds to nearly uncontainable levels.
For a moment I considered ditching the entire trip and grabbing my passport to leave the country instead. See, I got an email this morning. I'm only a few numbers away from 25 million dollars. All I have to do is give my bank account information to this very nice man from Nigeria...
< /sarcasm >
Odd. I get Nigerian spam mail at work all the time, but I think this is the first time I've ever received it on my personal email account. Lucky ol' me.
I get a bit of this morning/afternoon to myself. A few hours to luxuriate in house work and domestic goddess drudgery type stuff :P
But for now, reading, writing, coffee, sleeping dogs, snoozing kitties and the sounds of water rushing through pipes as Lace gets ready for her day.
And no sex.
I hate dreams like that. Not that I want to have sex with Harry Reasoner, or see my mother have sex with Julie Andrews--but you know what I mean.
7 days from now I'm on a plane and winging my way eastward to my whisk-away. I can hardly wait. Getting through this week in anything that resembles a productive fashion will be next to impossible. As the day draws near my excitement builds to nearly uncontainable levels.
For a moment I considered ditching the entire trip and grabbing my passport to leave the country instead. See, I got an email this morning. I'm only a few numbers away from 25 million dollars. All I have to do is give my bank account information to this very nice man from Nigeria...
< /sarcasm >
Odd. I get Nigerian spam mail at work all the time, but I think this is the first time I've ever received it on my personal email account. Lucky ol' me.
I get a bit of this morning/afternoon to myself. A few hours to luxuriate in house work and domestic goddess drudgery type stuff :P
But for now, reading, writing, coffee, sleeping dogs, snoozing kitties and the sounds of water rushing through pipes as Lace gets ready for her day.
