Faery goes crazy
Aug. 12th, 2009 09:26 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tsukinofaeriiNot that I've ever mentioned this in LJ, but I finally figured out why my lower back is aching lately! It's bloody cold in my office, and my back is clenching up in protest. It does that same thing in winter. I didn't notice until my teeth started chattering yesterday! It only hurts when I'm at work and for about four hours after—less if I take a super hot shower or bath. That should have been the first give-away. The whole building is on one set of controls, so I can't exactly adjust the temperature. Anyways, I'll try to dress warmer for work and maybe that'll help.
I've been weirdly tired lately. Normally I sleep from about 1AM - 6AM Monday through Friday, but lately I've been wanting to nap. I hope I'm not coming down with a cold. My lack of sick days is the reason I'm getting WinCon!Friday off!
SPN Fans! I should mention that the fic I posted yesterday has a cameo. (pokes them) You may remember it from me whining in chat last summer. Alas, I had to cut a ton of the original scene, but I may post it as an aside later. IDK, I'll see.
Finally, before I get to the Crazy Dream Wherein I Prove My Dorkhood, I had a thought. Dr. Strange (616-verse) is a magical neurosurgeon. Tony Stark (1610-verse) has an inoperable brain tumor. Clearly, this needs to be dealt with. (posts a vaguely sort of almost Anon request to the Gen Meme)\
To wrap up this morning... Crazy dreams! Well, humiliating dreams, actually. o.O I dreamed that I ran into RDJ at a convention--I think ComiCon, which is odd since I've never been. Literally ran into him, actually. I just sort of barreled into his chest in a hallway somewhere. Papers flew everywhere and of course I started apologizing before I even looked up because that's what you do when you run into people. The humiliation started after I realized who's chest I'd left a forehead-shaped bruise on. Cue the babbling. And I mean babbling. I think I rambled for like.... 15 minutes dream time. There were a lot of "omg I'm sorry" and "omg RDJ" and one "I swore that if I met someone famous I wouldn't act like an idiot but now I'm acting like an idiot and treating you like a sex object and DID I JUST SAY THAT OUT LOUD". He just sort of slowly backed away and stared at me like I might be rabid. Who knows, maybe I was.
Aren't dreams of sexy famous people supposed to include acting like some sort of charming goddess and being swept off your feet? WTF self?
I've been weirdly tired lately. Normally I sleep from about 1AM - 6AM Monday through Friday, but lately I've been wanting to nap. I hope I'm not coming down with a cold. My lack of sick days is the reason I'm getting WinCon!Friday off!
SPN Fans! I should mention that the fic I posted yesterday has a cameo. (pokes them) You may remember it from me whining in chat last summer. Alas, I had to cut a ton of the original scene, but I may post it as an aside later. IDK, I'll see.
Finally, before I get to the Crazy Dream Wherein I Prove My Dorkhood, I had a thought. Dr. Strange (616-verse) is a magical neurosurgeon. Tony Stark (1610-verse) has an inoperable brain tumor. Clearly, this needs to be dealt with. (posts a vaguely sort of almost Anon request to the Gen Meme)\
To wrap up this morning... Crazy dreams! Well, humiliating dreams, actually. o.O I dreamed that I ran into RDJ at a convention--I think ComiCon, which is odd since I've never been. Literally ran into him, actually. I just sort of barreled into his chest in a hallway somewhere. Papers flew everywhere and of course I started apologizing before I even looked up because that's what you do when you run into people. The humiliation started after I realized who's chest I'd left a forehead-shaped bruise on. Cue the babbling. And I mean babbling. I think I rambled for like.... 15 minutes dream time. There were a lot of "omg I'm sorry" and "omg RDJ" and one "I swore that if I met someone famous I wouldn't act like an idiot but now I'm acting like an idiot and treating you like a sex object and DID I JUST SAY THAT OUT LOUD". He just sort of slowly backed away and stared at me like I might be rabid. Who knows, maybe I was.
Aren't dreams of sexy famous people supposed to include acting like some sort of charming goddess and being swept off your feet? WTF self?
