I fell down the stairs. Not in a showy way, like in the movies, but my foot slipped on the top stair, and I went bumping down at least four of them on my ass. I had a difficult time for a few minutes after that, practicing some deep breathing exercises (it just SOUNDED like whimpering), and wondering what was left down there to break. I broke my tailbone when I was in elementary school, and the end of it had settled itself along the inside of the end of my spine long ago, so all there is now is a blunt end. This isn't really obvious visually, but it's still creepy, and it's why I can't do sit-ups without a soft surface.
Well, today, more than twenty four hours after the fall, I don't seem to be anything more than very bruised, and I'm being very careful sitting down and getting back up again, because if I don't, it hurts. Other than that, I'm feeling fine.
***
I dreamt last night that I was a vampire wandering around some multi-storied night club. I was wearing a powdered wig, a flat-front corset, and a navy-blue dress with petticoats. It seemed sort of pre-Elisabethan, but I'm not really sure. I sat down with a group that was really eclectic, with some people being dressed in a futuristic style, and some of them looking like Ren-faire fugitives. There was a variety of foods and alcoholic drinks on the table, which I tasted a few of. I refused one drink that someone offered me, and that seemed to make everyone insane, and I was forced to leave the table before they realized what I was. I was followed by a few guys, and one of them caught me to ask about another woman who had been at the table. I don't remember what he asked, but when I answered in affirmative, he thanked me, and then grabbed me. He kissed me, and I thought, "is this right? Didn't he see the ring on my finger?" He released me, and I ran to find my way out of the club. I went past a mirror at some point and thought that it was odd anyone wanted to kiss me, as it was not a very flattering outfit I was wearing, certainly not revealing, and it smelled kind of musty. Around dawn I wandered into the court yard of a strange complicated concrete building, which I recognised as a crypt. I knew my spot was there, because I saw a death portait of myself posted there, and thought "I really wish someone would have closed my jaw properly before they took that, because I look gruesome with it hanging like that." I opened the door to the outer crypt area, and leaned my head in. I saw dusty floors, no lights, and all the glass windows and crypt drawers had a very art-nouveau look to them. I had a sudden feeling of revulsion, and shivered. I thought "Oh no, I'm not sleeping in THERE." I found an abandoned mansion that I knew, but when I got there, there was already another vampire occupying it. He was clinging to the inside of a round inset in the ceiling, which must have been the underside of a cupola-type structure on the roof, and he was raving about how even the gold leaf was gone. The inside of the house was a wreck, and looked like it had been stripped by salvage crews. Indeed, there were empty stripes and looped lines decorating the ceiling, which looked as if they should have been guilded. I was standing below the insane man, looking at the remains of the room, and that's when I woke up, and the dream ended.
***
One of these days I'm going to find the fairy who brings these weird energy-sapping, mind-emptying, ache inducing spells to me, and I'm going to kick her ass into next week.
***
I've almost got my christmas shopping done. Well, I think so. I made a list, and a good deal of the blanks are filled up. I just have to get myself going and finish up the hand-made portions of some of the gifts. I was going to leave a card and a tip for the mail carrier on our route that had a sentiment along the lines of "Thank you for putting up with all our oversized packages", and then thought better of the wording. Maybe I'll use the word "parcels" instead.
Well, today, more than twenty four hours after the fall, I don't seem to be anything more than very bruised, and I'm being very careful sitting down and getting back up again, because if I don't, it hurts. Other than that, I'm feeling fine.
***
I dreamt last night that I was a vampire wandering around some multi-storied night club. I was wearing a powdered wig, a flat-front corset, and a navy-blue dress with petticoats. It seemed sort of pre-Elisabethan, but I'm not really sure. I sat down with a group that was really eclectic, with some people being dressed in a futuristic style, and some of them looking like Ren-faire fugitives. There was a variety of foods and alcoholic drinks on the table, which I tasted a few of. I refused one drink that someone offered me, and that seemed to make everyone insane, and I was forced to leave the table before they realized what I was. I was followed by a few guys, and one of them caught me to ask about another woman who had been at the table. I don't remember what he asked, but when I answered in affirmative, he thanked me, and then grabbed me. He kissed me, and I thought, "is this right? Didn't he see the ring on my finger?" He released me, and I ran to find my way out of the club. I went past a mirror at some point and thought that it was odd anyone wanted to kiss me, as it was not a very flattering outfit I was wearing, certainly not revealing, and it smelled kind of musty. Around dawn I wandered into the court yard of a strange complicated concrete building, which I recognised as a crypt. I knew my spot was there, because I saw a death portait of myself posted there, and thought "I really wish someone would have closed my jaw properly before they took that, because I look gruesome with it hanging like that." I opened the door to the outer crypt area, and leaned my head in. I saw dusty floors, no lights, and all the glass windows and crypt drawers had a very art-nouveau look to them. I had a sudden feeling of revulsion, and shivered. I thought "Oh no, I'm not sleeping in THERE." I found an abandoned mansion that I knew, but when I got there, there was already another vampire occupying it. He was clinging to the inside of a round inset in the ceiling, which must have been the underside of a cupola-type structure on the roof, and he was raving about how even the gold leaf was gone. The inside of the house was a wreck, and looked like it had been stripped by salvage crews. Indeed, there were empty stripes and looped lines decorating the ceiling, which looked as if they should have been guilded. I was standing below the insane man, looking at the remains of the room, and that's when I woke up, and the dream ended.
***
One of these days I'm going to find the fairy who brings these weird energy-sapping, mind-emptying, ache inducing spells to me, and I'm going to kick her ass into next week.
***
I've almost got my christmas shopping done. Well, I think so. I made a list, and a good deal of the blanks are filled up. I just have to get myself going and finish up the hand-made portions of some of the gifts. I was going to leave a card and a tip for the mail carrier on our route that had a sentiment along the lines of "Thank you for putting up with all our oversized packages", and then thought better of the wording. Maybe I'll use the word "parcels" instead.