Err.

It's not even 9:00 and I'm awake... this is mostly 'cos I am out of earplugs and so was quite perfectly able to hear Ryan's alarm going off, every stray sound from the rest of the house, etc. No, I didn't sleep well - my dreams were a cross between a REALLY weird furryporn focusing on lions attempting to date hamsters to save themselves in a Human world gone horribly wrong... or was it lemmings they were dating? Fish, there was that, and it kept fading out into what was alternately a live-action Japanese-style dating game and a weird dating game involving royalty and a LOT of tacky gold-ish rings. So there was that, there was the weird almost-asleep two hour span BEFORE I actually went to bed that was all funky and odd, and there is the fact that I haven't found breakfast yet.

Not that this really will make much difference.

Also, I am realizing that this entry is even less coherant than most, despite making perfect sense in my head. Odd. I think I need some caffeine - that would do the trick. Hrm.

Nobody would listen to me when I was responsible for producing the lion-porn, they all wanted to go hang out with the elephants instead of actively hunting through the walls for the kittens Liadon hid, or arguing with the stupid chica who kept trying to make food out of shaved nuts (like peanuts, walnuts, etc, you sick bastard) and candied fruit. This would have been rational for her to attempt except she was making things like hamburgers, steak, tossed salad... yeah.

I really don't understand my dreams. Freud would be terrified.

Also, dammit, there's a good half a shake left here on the desk and I know it's not mine... Ryan, you wasted half a large Coffee People happiness. Tsk.

*pads off to try to wake up the rest of the way*