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What I Thought Was a Dream....
May. 11th, 2008 12:54 pmWell, that was an interesting night. Around ten o'clock I had a pot of coffee. Yes, a whole pot. Hey, I needed to get things done. And I did get things done. I even took a break at midnight to watch my anime, though I don't know why. I've completely lost whatever the plot is of Bleach at this point - technically I lost it a long time ago, really - and I don't like the second half of Death Note. But I watch anyway. Bleach has a great deal of fan-service, and I am weak in the face of that much bouncing breast. And Death Note remains beautifully animated.
After two hours of imported television, my neck was starting to hurt. I moved into the bedroom and decided I'd lay down and watch something on Youtube or some of my anime that's on my list. I'm seriously not sure what happened, but one minute I'm lying there watching Youtube and it's around a quarter to five, the next I'm waking up and it's light out....
And my computer is still on my bed, unplugged now, the battery run down. I panic, because I am afraid I damaged poor Watari. I didn't.
I also had the most bizarre dream I've had in a while. I was in Las Vegas for a convention, and there were all these murders, and the mafia was somehow involved. I was a superhero but I'd lost my power, and I kept going into the pool - which was disgusting and weird - to try and find this artifact to give me back my powers. And Hohenheim was there, and we were going back up to our hotel room, and Benton Fraser was there sitting in a chair doing security or something, and we started talking, and I ended up in his lap and I invited him back to my hotel room and he said something about preferring to go 'blow for blow' right there, and Hohenheim and I started laughing at the innuendo that Fraser didn't get, and then we all went back to the hotel room and the next bit is censored for general audiences. There was also something about Mello being a supervillian with like...rock powers, and pigtails, and an army of midgets. And I somehow got my powers back but I couldn't control them and I accidentally sent myself into space....
I don't know. Very, very messed up.
After two hours of imported television, my neck was starting to hurt. I moved into the bedroom and decided I'd lay down and watch something on Youtube or some of my anime that's on my list. I'm seriously not sure what happened, but one minute I'm lying there watching Youtube and it's around a quarter to five, the next I'm waking up and it's light out....
And my computer is still on my bed, unplugged now, the battery run down. I panic, because I am afraid I damaged poor Watari. I didn't.
I also had the most bizarre dream I've had in a while. I was in Las Vegas for a convention, and there were all these murders, and the mafia was somehow involved. I was a superhero but I'd lost my power, and I kept going into the pool - which was disgusting and weird - to try and find this artifact to give me back my powers. And Hohenheim was there, and we were going back up to our hotel room, and Benton Fraser was there sitting in a chair doing security or something, and we started talking, and I ended up in his lap and I invited him back to my hotel room and he said something about preferring to go 'blow for blow' right there, and Hohenheim and I started laughing at the innuendo that Fraser didn't get, and then we all went back to the hotel room and the next bit is censored for general audiences. There was also something about Mello being a supervillian with like...rock powers, and pigtails, and an army of midgets. And I somehow got my powers back but I couldn't control them and I accidentally sent myself into space....
I don't know. Very, very messed up.
