I can't tell if I'm hungry or I'm about to throw up. I can't tell if I'm too warm or actually a bit cold. My legs feel weak and my head feels woozy.
But I'm at work because we're shortstaffed anyway and I'm feeling OK, just completely bizarre.
Got our first engagement card last night (Thanks Seraph and Mrs Seraph!).
It's pretty. Have to sort out details for the engagement party...maybe shoould ask Lee's parents round for dinner tomorrow so we can talk?
Head fluffy. Hot. Hands cold.
I dreamed that Giffy told me off for using Blu-tak to sort out children for camp. I think she wanted me to use post-it notes instead...but I don't know.
Then I dreamed that I was a thief boy and me and my older brother had a grift where I'd steal blocks of art paper from an art specialist shop. The art blocks were huge, like three metres long but I seemed to be able to hide it on my person so no one could tell.
Neither of us really wanted to be thieves but out Mother was an evil harridan and made us do it so she could have new shoes. We were Mexican but she was Maori. I don't know how that worked.
I was in love with the boy who worked at the art shop and was thrilled when he told me he was gay too, but my brother and I had to run into the bush with suitcases stuffed with clothes and shoes for our mother. I think we were hiding out in the bush from cops?
We ran down the road and the art shop people realised we'd been stealing off them and I was sad because art-shop boy knew I was BAD. Shoes fell out of the suitcases I was carting around and fell on the wet street.
I think Donnie Darko figured in there somewhere too.
Posted by jenni at February 15, 2005 10:15 AM