Dream a little dream of me…<\/i><\/p>\n
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<\/a> and women’s handball. I’m pretty sure that wasn’t the source of my heartbreak, but the feeling lasted longly into the day.<\/p>\n 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.<\/p>\n Shake it off, Plume<\/p>\n I did get a smile on my face from Laura<\/a>. That last picture, that’s too sweet. Hugging goats, there is nothing grander.<\/p>\n It was a frosty morning. Very cold. But still no snow. I wonder if we will have a white christmas this year? Fingers crossed.<\/p>\n In other news, I have become rather smitten with the new tv series Pushing Daisies<\/a>. 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. <\/p>\n Since I’m not allowed to youtube Scrubs for, ohh about a month yet I think, here are some daisies:<\/p>\n Hopelessly devoted to you<\/a>.<\/p>\n