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Apr. 23rd, 2009 09:15 pmStill here, as them bastards at DW still haven't graced my OpenID login with an invite. Just because I've only just registered it. No excuse. Feh.
» Last night, I dreamed and (a rare thing) remembered what I dreamed. Possibly because it was odd even by my standards: I was in![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
crevette's kitchen (someone I know only through reading her LJ, so why I was there I have no idea; there were no clues in the dream either). She was cooking some sort of stew or gumbo in a huge cauldron-like pan on a range at the right end of the far wall, and asked me to add the lamprey like carnivorous sucking fish things by me to the mix. I grabbed one and it turned out to be alive, squirming, and fairly vexed at its intended fate; it squiggled round in a muscly, slimy fashion and attached its mouthparts to my arm. Another one of the things leaped up and went for me too.
After a struggle, I got the fuckers off: they swung round to each other and attached, one to the other, tail to tail, leaving their gaping round maws free to meld with any available human protoplasm. I hurled them away, and they cartwheeled across the kitchen onto the red curtains in the window at the far end of the left wall.crevette detached them with professional ease and threw them in the stew. And that's where it ended, or at least as much as I remember.
No, I don't know, and I'm not sure I want to speculate.
» Yesterday, I rebuilt the pond filter that had been out of action since the end of last week when I managed to break the quartz tube that enrobes the UV bulb. Can see fishes again now, and they seem a lot happier, unsurprisingly.
» Yesterday morning, at 4:30, I was woken by a yell fromramtops in the bathroom. Turns out that Lilith was in there well over half way through consuming a skyrat, the feathers and sundry gore of which was spread over the entire floor. Which also contained Henry and Ron, positively thrumming as they witnessed Lily ravening. Cleaning that lot up wasn't what I wanted to do at that time of the night. Or ever, frankly.
» On Monday, I planted rhubarb on Aliss' grave. It'll either thrive, or wither and die; I've no idea which yet.
» On Sunday, I biked from home to the Bath end of the railway path and back: 40 miles end-to-end, near as damnit. Sore bum when I got home, and pretty tired pedalling from Bristol Self-Store to here; I was expecting my legs to be crippled Monday, but I slept better that night than I have for a long time, and my legs have actually felt better since. Maybe I'm not quite as unfit as I thought.
That's far enough back now, I think. Time to make a pot of tea.
» Last night, I dreamed and (a rare thing) remembered what I dreamed. Possibly because it was odd even by my standards: I was in
crevette's kitchen (someone I know only through reading her LJ, so why I was there I have no idea; there were no clues in the dream either). She was cooking some sort of stew or gumbo in a huge cauldron-like pan on a range at the right end of the far wall, and asked me to add the lamprey like carnivorous sucking fish things by me to the mix. I grabbed one and it turned out to be alive, squirming, and fairly vexed at its intended fate; it squiggled round in a muscly, slimy fashion and attached its mouthparts to my arm. Another one of the things leaped up and went for me too.After a struggle, I got the fuckers off: they swung round to each other and attached, one to the other, tail to tail, leaving their gaping round maws free to meld with any available human protoplasm. I hurled them away, and they cartwheeled across the kitchen onto the red curtains in the window at the far end of the left wall.
crevette detached them with professional ease and threw them in the stew. And that's where it ended, or at least as much as I remember.No, I don't know, and I'm not sure I want to speculate.
» Yesterday, I rebuilt the pond filter that had been out of action since the end of last week when I managed to break the quartz tube that enrobes the UV bulb. Can see fishes again now, and they seem a lot happier, unsurprisingly.
» Yesterday morning, at 4:30, I was woken by a yell from
ramtops in the bathroom. Turns out that Lilith was in there well over half way through consuming a skyrat, the feathers and sundry gore of which was spread over the entire floor. Which also contained Henry and Ron, positively thrumming as they witnessed Lily ravening. Cleaning that lot up wasn't what I wanted to do at that time of the night. Or ever, frankly.» On Monday, I planted rhubarb on Aliss' grave. It'll either thrive, or wither and die; I've no idea which yet.
» On Sunday, I biked from home to the Bath end of the railway path and back: 40 miles end-to-end, near as damnit. Sore bum when I got home, and pretty tired pedalling from Bristol Self-Store to here; I was expecting my legs to be crippled Monday, but I slept better that night than I have for a long time, and my legs have actually felt better since. Maybe I'm not quite as unfit as I thought.
That's far enough back now, I think. Time to make a pot of tea.