Just pulled down the tarot cards and gave myself a reading.

It seems like dreaming isn't going to help me, but neither will new thoughts.

It feels like my dear cards just told me to accept mundanity for my life.

This is not the right way to do things...


on the upside, the quicky one-two-three 2 Swords, 3 cups, 8 sticks. Off balance, party in good company, defending yourself. Giving in to the ambien undertow. Thought it might bring clarity; didn't at all.


Anyone has a pack of tarot cards and wants to read me up, I'd be grateful. (correllations, and that stuff.)

rockin' geekgrrl, tweet tweet tweet

• 13:27 Felt sick with hunger during church, now sick from overfull after post-church Denny's. Naptime until I feel less like a pre-hibernation bear #
• 20:04 Twitter and LJ are both intermittently eating dicks, so I'm working on fic while I'm less distracted than usual. #
• 20:37 Mom wants God music on her phone. This requires putting it in iTunes first. The only Be Thou My Vision I want is by Pedro the Lion, kthx. #
• 20:40 ..lmao, did vampire Peter just kill manticore Gabriel by accident? OH PETER. IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT. #
• 23:25 Am I the only person on Twitter who doesn't give a fuck about the Oscars? #
• 23:37 Well thank god I'm not the only one. I just have a lot of people updating like every two minutes. IS IT OVER YET #

LoudTwitter is looooud

Let's see...

I dreamed that I slept until 4pm because I took 2 ambien instead of 1 last night, so I missed my appointment with Lisa and she was mad and said I had to find a new therapist.

I dreamed about playing a weird kind of object hide-and-seek with my mother and a bedridden David Tennant, and I hid a diamond ring and lost it for good when he found it.

I dreamed a rather good Gabriel/Elle fic, both in audiovisual form and as a sort of spoken narrative, but I forgot it all as soon as I opened my eyes, even though I held onto it for a little while as I kept them shut.


It is so, so cold in my bedroom.