Storm Mind
(This journal entry is from June, from a different BLOG I keep)
We're at the tag end of a very severe thunderstorm here. The power was knocked out about 3am when the storm was at it's glorious height (bah, hiehgt? no, height .. damn my German language background .. confuses me with American spelling - somethings that look incorrect spelled the American way, ex. Neil, pronounced "neel" are spelled correctly, but are incorrect for German - always makes me second guess ie and ei spellings - confuses the fuck out of me sometimes. Tempted to do the Gallagher bit and make an i looking e and an e looking i and put the friggin dot in the middle), and came back on about 20 minutes ago.
I've decided to stay up instead of risking the clocks going blinky on me again when I need to be awake and getting ready for work.
I was sitting on the back patio (it's covered) with a torch flashlight going, smoking a cigarette.
Ever notice how prettily smoke curls in a beam of light? Just sort of wraps itself through and around a beam in ever moving curls?
Was having bizarre dreams anyway.
Any who know me know that I detest the chore of doing laundry. Was having a bad dream of folding an endless supply of towels. I remember the thought processes of this dream.
"Gee, this is a lot of towels. I thought I already folded them all. I don't recognize these towels. There are bath sheets and bath towels and hand towels and dish towels and wash cloths ... washcloths are easy.
"I really don't recognize these towels. They have Spongebob Squarepants on them. Wow. Patrick is really pink. No wonder he's grumpy. I'd be grumpy too if I were that shade of pink. I wonder if Spongebob towels can do like he did on that advert and soak up a lot of water, eat a bar of soap and SPLOOGOOSH!!! suds everywhere...
"Dammit. Now I have to wash all these towels again ..."
Over and over.
Fuck Spongebob. That prick has a lot to answer for.
I hate doing laundry.
At least it wasn't fanged clowns with balloons and John Wayne Gacy grins. And me in a ballerina outfit.
Twice was enough on that one.
(This journal entry is from June, from a different BLOG I keep)
We're at the tag end of a very severe thunderstorm here. The power was knocked out about 3am when the storm was at it's glorious height (bah, hiehgt? no, height .. damn my German language background .. confuses me with American spelling - somethings that look incorrect spelled the American way, ex. Neil, pronounced "neel" are spelled correctly, but are incorrect for German - always makes me second guess ie and ei spellings - confuses the fuck out of me sometimes. Tempted to do the Gallagher bit and make an i looking e and an e looking i and put the friggin dot in the middle), and came back on about 20 minutes ago.
I've decided to stay up instead of risking the clocks going blinky on me again when I need to be awake and getting ready for work.
I was sitting on the back patio (it's covered) with a torch flashlight going, smoking a cigarette.
Ever notice how prettily smoke curls in a beam of light? Just sort of wraps itself through and around a beam in ever moving curls?
Was having bizarre dreams anyway.
Any who know me know that I detest the chore of doing laundry. Was having a bad dream of folding an endless supply of towels. I remember the thought processes of this dream.
"Gee, this is a lot of towels. I thought I already folded them all. I don't recognize these towels. There are bath sheets and bath towels and hand towels and dish towels and wash cloths ... washcloths are easy.
"I really don't recognize these towels. They have Spongebob Squarepants on them. Wow. Patrick is really pink. No wonder he's grumpy. I'd be grumpy too if I were that shade of pink. I wonder if Spongebob towels can do like he did on that advert and soak up a lot of water, eat a bar of soap and SPLOOGOOSH!!! suds everywhere...
"Dammit. Now I have to wash all these towels again ..."
Over and over.
Fuck Spongebob. That prick has a lot to answer for.
I hate doing laundry.
At least it wasn't fanged clowns with balloons and John Wayne Gacy grins. And me in a ballerina outfit.
Twice was enough on that one.