…that people with total recall remember all of their dreams in detail?
I had vivid dreams last night, which I drabbled about ineffectually in an early morning blog, but as is always the case, words failed to convey the feeling…crisp nights and a full moon in a lonesome little town that felt like fall and metal patio tables in the street where we would meet at night like gypsies and share cookies in a way that felt like summer camp and like the start of school and summer and halloween and the edge of thanksgiving all at once. Football/soccer/cricket/quiditch games with typically unusual dream-rules and bundled in team colors of red and gold.
Like I said…words fail to convey the feeling.
Work continues to veer towards corporate, which is annoying, but despite early appearances work was almost pleasant today. There were projects to keep me busy and I got to alphabetize and help a very nice older Russian woman. I think she was Russian. I know she was nice.
I’ve been re-watching Heroes, ’cause I love it. I had forgotten how adorably emo Peter Patrelli was in season one.
<–floppy emo hair and rain to hide his tears…;)
<–”no one understands my pain…” Aww…look at the worry-crinkled brow… haha!
<– “Okay…Claude might understand my pain a LITTLE. But not you. You will never understand my pain!”
I was a little sad that he got all cropped in season two, and grew a spine. I kind of liked whiny Peter.
<– “You can’t do that. It’s wrong.”
HAHA! Awesome. Speaking of awesome, the other night Briggs and I watched:
<–You may be asking, “is that a cheesy vampire martial arts movie with bad subtitles/dubbing very little plot, even less plot that actually makes SENSE and a cameo role by Jackie Chan?’
Yes. Yes it is. It’s frickin’ awesome.
While Reeve, number one in the league vampire hunter (they have a league?) battles euro-trash vampires, his sister ends up dating (and stalking) the last prince of the vampire nation and hanging out with him and his manservant, Prada. (yes. Prada.) Then there is an ultimate battle for ultimate power or something. Trust me. You need to see this.
<– vampire prince Kazaf and manservant Prada. In their house. A church.
So, by this point it’s apparent that I really have nothing exciting happening in my life.
I don’t have a clever closing quip, either.
Note to self:
certain accents make me go weak in the knees.