Pushing Plumes
December 16th, 2007Dream a little dream of me…
I woke up feeling quite sad. Something I dreamt made me feel heartbroken. Which is kinda funny since the only parts of the dream I could remember where rather comical and involved Anja Andersen and women’s handball. I’m pretty sure that wasn’t the source of my heartbreak, but the feeling lasted longly into the day.
With tiredness as well. And longing for more dreams. Even when they are heartbreaking they are still addictive. I just want to stay in bed and dream. Dream dream dream. Dreams are so much more interesting than my empty life.
Shake it off, Plume
I did get a smile on my face from Laura. That last picture, that’s too sweet. Hugging goats, there is nothing grander.
It was a frosty morning. Very cold. But still no snow. I wonder if we will have a white christmas this year? Fingers crossed.
In other news, I have become rather smitten with the new tv series Pushing Daisies. And not just because there are two social phobic aunts. It’s just so odd and quirky. And those are good things in my book.
Since I’m not allowed to youtube Scrubs for, ohh about a month yet I think, here are some daisies:
It’s like a dream, and therefore by definition better than reality.
Tomorrow is visitation day and I do not feel much like it. I feel like shutting myself in. Because THAT will solve all my problems. Ho hum. Bah humbug. Mmm hamburgers.