Dreamed:

There was a party at Darkside's, and I was there. It was loud, noisy, drunken, and Darkside was nowhere in sight. When his parents showed up they cleared everyone out but me: I tapped on Darkside's door, and he opened it, and I spent time with him.

There was bizarre and confusing dreamage involving my elementary school, a fire or fire drill there, and somehow we got on a bus and went into a weird thing that was sort of an arcade, carnival, and/or amusement park, and then there were people chasing us, and we took refuge in the dorms, and the nurse wouldn't let us talk to Darkside because he was asleep, but then he woke up and saw us and we could see him grin even through the nasty medical headpiece and then I came in and sat by him. He'd felt something like invisible spiders putting eight stitches down the back of his neck, and I ran my finger down and could feel them too, and he took all the medical gear out of his mouth and we talked. And then we kissed. And then I could see into his thoughts, and I was Francine, and the syrupy duties of a husband were not to his taste at all: he heard funeral music. But Francine was not what I wanted to be: I'm me. And I'm pretty sure I let him know that I just wanted us to be us, only closer. Like we were then. And then we were driving home, and I lived in a big palace all made out of candy, and that was funny.

Amusing...

...when you can check the caller ID, pick up the phone, and inform your dentist's scheduler that yes, your appointment is on Monday at nine, before she can get out more than who she's calling for.

Visitations

Adam visited late last night. He's moving today. I conked out while he was playing with Tigereye, having already taken 3mg of melatonin to make sure I went out and stayed out.

Ooooh, possibilities!

It would be awfully nice for both Darkside and Marxdarx if Darkside came over with fighting games and they got a chance to whip each other's asses.

Quote of the Day

"Dad, I'm gay, not female."
"You spend as much cash on clothing as one. So economically, there's really no difference to me."
--Boy Meets Boy

From a discussion about sex:

[19:21] SithJawa: Unless it's so *BAD* you never make contact, I suppose.
[19:21] AzureLunatic: Or someone finishes far too early.
[19:21] SithJawa: *snerk*
[19:21] AzureLunatic: <insert retrospective strangling>
[19:21] SithJawa: *image*
[19:22] SithJawa: Don't say 'insert' when we're talking about sex *ggl*
[19:22] AzureLunatic: *snerk*

Understatement of the Week:

"Grandma's house has bad energy for me."
--Me, to Nephew, on why I stayed home when they visited Grandma

Doom/cheese: cat. SPIKES!!!

[20:10] AzureLunatic: I keep remembering this cartoon I read a while ago:
[20:11] AzureLunatic: the girl of the household is watching the local Siamese sleep, and reflecting at how delicate and soft she is, crouched down at eye level with the cat....
[20:11] AzureLunatic: and then the cat *yawns* ...
[20:12] AzureLunatic: and of course you can see the mouthful of *spikes* that this delicate fluffy cloudlike creature has...
[20:13] AzureLunatic: I would like to get an animated userpic of Shamash like that.
[20:14] AzureLunatic: Sleepy-catface, sleepy-catface, sleepy-catface, *YAWN!!!!*
[20:14] AzureLunatic: Teeth!
[20:15] SithJawa: DOOM!
[20:19] AzureLunatic: hee.
[20:19] SithJawa: DOOM hides in kitty mouths!
[20:19] AzureLunatic: Yep.
[20:19] AzureLunatic: But no cheese.
[20:20] SithJawa: They wish there was cheese.