emilygee

I had the most terrifying dream last night. It's sticking with me most of the day inasmuch as I probably slept a total of three hours last night and it aided most successfully in my uselessness today:

So, angels descended from heaven and broke up a garden party wherein elderly Dubuque women were eating pumpkin pie. The angels started a holy war, were slaughtering innocents left and right, and eating the furniture. A very drunk Tony Danza was pressuring me for a date on a Mississippi river boat and Goldie Hawn's chocolate lab was telephoning her to warn her and her family of the impending holy war. An echo of drums from the highest reaches of the sky alerted us to the arrival of more of these terrifying, murderous angels.

Fucked. And I don't even have a TV to inform my brain with ridiculous images like this to conjure up while sleeping.

Here's hoping for sound sleep this evening...