You are feeling sleeeepy... veeery sleeeeeepy...

So, I had a really weird dream last night... For some reason, I was watching the premiere of The Fountain, and I was sitting front row, next to Hugh and Deb. For some reason, Deb and I decided we'd have a better view from elswhere so I seemed to wind up watching the Premiere of The Fountain... With Deb... in a bathroom. (She seemed to have ditched Hugh but then he wasn't saying or doing a whole lot, as far as I could tell. My dreams are weird.) Anyway, she was commenting upon things in the movie randomly, and very entertaining, and for some reason it seemed like The Fountain wasn't a one-off movie, it was a movie-length introduction to a whole series that would be following later. It was also very, very odd, but then that's my brain for you. Also, at one point Hugh was wearing a fake head for an interview... because he kept swearing and, if he wore the fake head they could edit out the swears without anyone knowing because they couldn't see his lips moving. The interviewer was wearing a fake head too, though I have no idea why. They both looked a bit like Muppets.

I know there was other stuff in there, but for the life of me I can't remember now.

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All I have to say though, is that whilst hanging out with Dreamscape Mrs J was a whole lotta' fun (and it was, I remember that much), seriously... subconscious...? Next time you decide to grace me with one of the super-rare Jackman-dreams, can you please at least try to make it with the more commonly fantasized about half...? KThNX

Flatline on the motivation

Ugh, time's getting on and I have yet to do anything at all today. Except snuggle up in bed, watch TV and eat chocolate and, while that was certainly enjoyable, it wasn't exactly productive.

Must go haul ass out of comfy chair before I fall asleep...

And it's not even exhaustion, it's sheer fucking laziness today, I swear.

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I think... I have finally discovered a shampoo that doesn't wind up sending my hair completely yuck after 48 hours.

This is a good thing.


I've been attempting to write something... anything... coherant since about lunchtime today and so far I have done butt all.

This is a bad thing.


I'm down to my last lightbulb again. Stupid things keep blowing. Morrissons' bulbs suck ass. Have to go to town to get the non ass-sucking ones.

This is an annoying thing.


I'm thinking of ignoring the fact that I have to work in the morning and just watching much in the way of Hughage tonight even though I know I'll be like the dead crawling slug-like thing tomorrow morning as a result...

This is an annoyingly tempting thing.