Dreams...

I dreamt odd things last night. Sadly, I can only remember a small part of them. There were fanfic people in my dream, I know that. Indiana J, Timey and Drea. I think. Sigh. There were others, but I can't remember who they were anymore.

The most notable bits are, driving down a street I know that abruptly turned into a grass hill. And someone who is an antagonist of mine calling Matt Nute on the phone, and me saying Matt reminded me of a cold fire.

Which segued into me talking to Nute, then him running some sort of A&E retrospective on Buffy, with me one of the people explaining her alienation and such. I cited the episode Homecoming, how she felt dislocated because a favourite teacher didn't remember her, she missed class picture day... And then Cordelia pushed her a bit too far.

Anyway. Good morning.

In case anyone wasn't clear on this.

I fucking HATE sports.

Why? Because, since there's an idiotfuck baseball game on today, Buffy was shown at 4pm rather than the normal 6pm slot it would have gotten.

Hey, Foe, I'm gonna be bugging you for a rundown later. *mutter*

heheheh...

This's for Ryss, since I came across it while cleaning my room.

Way back in the mists of time, I joined the Paul McGann Estrogen Brigade.

I was such a newbie...

( Old email printouts are occasionally fun )