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G*ddam, it's hot.
Over-slept. Logey. Got a toga party to go to tonight. Do I want to go? Yeah, why not. Worth going at least for a while, to hang with the peeps and be marginally social, before retreating home to swelter. Plus, I found a good 'how to wrap your toga' site, and have a pair of gladiator type sandals - be a shame to waste those.
Ex called. We talked for a long time. We do that occasionally - I refuse to call him first, and in return he refuses to call me for quite a while, and we both stew in self-righteous, insulted indignation - until one of us gives in. So far, it's been him. But today I promised I'd call him every so often.
We'll see how that goes.
Had a weird morning dream, a bizarre conglomeration of Doctor Who and superhero elements. Disaster loomed, warning bells (which might have been cloister bells) rang, people banded together (literally created a physically-touching human chain) and 'jumped' elsewhere, from what might have been Gallifrey to what I thought was to be a different planet, but turned out to be just Nepal. Which except for being 'dirtier', looked pretty much the same as here - highway traffic and all. Upon learning that Superman had gone Bad, warned someone who might have been his adoptive mother that should she ever again venture back to Noth America, she'd have to go in disguise. Then I somehow slipped back to whence we'd all travelled to fetch a book from my bedroom, then returned, and unwisely confiding of my extracurricular travels ( I wasn't even sure how I'd managed it) to some young girl, was subsequently physically ambushed by her, for she was one of the
Go figure.
Over-slept. Logey. Got a toga party to go to tonight. Do I want to go? Yeah, why not. Worth going at least for a while, to hang with the peeps and be marginally social, before retreating home to swelter. Plus, I found a good 'how to wrap your toga' site, and have a pair of gladiator type sandals - be a shame to waste those.
Ex called. We talked for a long time. We do that occasionally - I refuse to call him first, and in return he refuses to call me for quite a while, and we both stew in self-righteous, insulted indignation - until one of us gives in. So far, it's been him. But today I promised I'd call him every so often.
We'll see how that goes.
Had a weird morning dream, a bizarre conglomeration of Doctor Who and superhero elements. Disaster loomed, warning bells (which might have been cloister bells) rang, people banded together (literally created a physically-touching human chain) and 'jumped' elsewhere, from what might have been Gallifrey to what I thought was to be a different planet, but turned out to be just Nepal. Which except for being 'dirtier', looked pretty much the same as here - highway traffic and all. Upon learning that Superman had gone Bad, warned someone who might have been his adoptive mother that should she ever again venture back to Noth America, she'd have to go in disguise. Then I somehow slipped back to whence we'd all travelled to fetch a book from my bedroom, then returned, and unwisely confiding of my extracurricular travels ( I wasn't even sure how I'd managed it) to some young girl, was subsequently physically ambushed by her, for she was one of the
BADDIES.
Go figure.
