another day, another disaster

Today's hilarious fun was when Seaners trashed the living room (including the contents of his father's wallet) while Mom and Dad were FOOLISH enough to sleep in. Good times, good times. Fortunately Wells Fargo allows you to replace your bank card by phone, and if you file it as 'damaged' they don't even deactivate the card whilst they send out a new one! These are the things you end up learning as Seaners' Parent.

I suppose at least this time he wasn't wandering outside naked.

Last night's dream: my parents (one of whom is dead in real life) decided to trash all of my writing and send me back to school to some kind of place where I could get more skills instead of wasting my time writing. So I ran away to machineplay's, by taking the magical bustrainthing that runs from Seattle to machineplay's place of residence in about 26 hours. This magical bustrain was much larger inside than outside, with stadium plastic seating, a rooftop cafeteria that only materialized at mealtimes, and no bathrooms. (Or, well, there were bathrooms, but they were also stadium seating and all the waste instead of going into a sewer just sort of trickled down. Literally. There were also dirty needles all over the floor. So no one used the bathrooms.)

I got to the Detroit/Windsor border crossing and was trying to figure out what I was going to tell the customs agents because my green card is being replaced right now, and then I woke up.

The amount of armchair psychoanalysis you could do with this dream is truly unreal.

God, I am so damn tired. I've been getting tired around 4:30 every day lately. Don't know why, as it has no reflection on my food/coffee/hydration schedule that I can immediately tell.

Currently: sitting on the sofa with my feet up trying to stay out of pain and at least partly failing. good times, good times.

Icon chosen purely for my own perverse amusement. Thanks Jane! <3

alphabet soup: a relationship told through twenty-six microficlets

title: alphabet soup: a relationship told through twenty-six microficlets
author: phinnia
prompt: fiftyxfifty's alphabet challenge
disclaimer: a wandering minstrel I, a thing of shreds and patches. I own nothing.
rating: r-ish (pretty soft r)
pairing: house/thirteen
author's note: like it says on the tin. a relationship told through twenty-six microficlets, with alternating points of view. some as short as one sentence, but none much longer than 100 words.
( a through z )