It was SNOWING when I got up this morning. SNOWING. The weather hates me, and the feeling is mutual, you wretched mucky mess.
Also, I woke myself up a couple times by snoring, adding further credence to my theory that I have yet another cold. I never snore except when I'm really congested, and it always wakes me up immediately, even with earplugs in.
The Widget tromped around on my head at 6am for some reason, and then decided to attack my feet or tap dance or some stupid thing at the end of the bed, so I flailed around in a fit of impotent rage and she evicted herself.
We had to get up really early (for us) to take my car in to get that seatbelt thing fixed on it, so that added to my general sense of UGH. It is all done and we will pick it up this afternoon. So glad that is free...
I had a heinous dream involving someone's body parts getting dipped into a vat of molten metal or lava or something, while everyone else stood around and listened to them scream. I guess this is better than it could have been... At least it wasn't me?
Patrick had some sort of bad dream too, waking up at 4am or thereabouts with his skin crawling. We've both had a streak of nightmares lately, and I'm not sure why. No creepy movies watched or anything.
Night before last someone gave me a sort of cursed necklace that I didn't put on because it felt wrong, then it started twitching weirdly on the floor and finally morphed into this fur-covered thing with fangs that jumped at me and latched onto my throat, so I stabbed it with broadheads (thanks to Cabela's, that hunting store we got our bows at, for making me aware that these exist!) and it died. Someone else was trying to kill my cats with aerosolized Drano (don't ask, I don't know either).
Fortunately both of us have tomorrow off, so we're going to relax and take it easy. My bruise is all kinds of nasty colors, yellow and green mixed in with pink and purple, so it will be nice to give my arm a rest.


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