||[Mar. 13th, 2009|08:26 am]
I spent about fifteen minutes this morning fiddling with the very complicated laces on a new pair of shoes to make sure they fit properly.|
Which might have been a reasonable investment of time, if it hadn't been a dream. >:/
I dream I'm drinking milk. Yours is more interesting.
I hate the fact that I still occassionally smoke in my dreams. Trade you?
Oh, that really is unfair. Do you feel guilty (in your dream) that you're backsliding?
No, not one bit. When I light up in my dream, it's like I never quit and it's the most natural thing in the world to do. While awake, I detest the stench and avoid smokers. I'm guessing that my brain is remembering what it was like, but I wouldn't mind forgetting entirely.
Hey, comfy shoes are important, even in your dreams.
wonderful awful classic(al).
I spent a great deal of time at the grocery store picking though the marked-down christmas bows and wrapping paper, only do decide we really didn't need any and I wasn't super excited by the selection (though there was a lot left for two months after Christmas!)
I could have skipped the part where I had to escape from the store on hands and knees during a really bad earthquake.
I ran for a bus to school/work with rg_rothko and a guy I work with. Hard. For a long time. And beat the hell out of my alarm clock in many different scenarios. Only to wake up and have to get to work and turn off the alarm in real life. Not a good morning. But improving.