traumatron

for those of you who left jovial remarks in my prvious journal: oh ho ho ho- what wits you truly are.
Sadly though, the majority of you are quite correct- my mind is indeed 'Plauged with Peaks'. It is affecting my day to day life:
Anything in the fridge that has cellophane on it: "dead!...wrapped in plastic!"
I have a craving for coffee and cherry pie.
I have intense cravings for Audrey Horne...obviously.

I've even finally had my first Audrey dream. She'd got me a christmas present- but was greatly insensed when she thought I didnt like it (I didnt, it was an over-sized playing card- Jack of clubs- made from cardboard and felt tip pens), and told me that she'd made it for me especially. She hadn't at all, i sensed a lie. Anyway, i said that it was a thoughtful gift, and it meant alot to me that she went to the trouble, so i kissed her. woweee!
Thats all i remember. Then i woke up and had to go to work, where i am writing to you now.

Heh. Right, we've run out of twin peaks. Which series shall i obsess endlessly about next? Answers to the usual address.