ridiculous.

Watching Jay Leno right now, something that I don't always do. But, the Wee Ninja was just here and we were watching the news and I left the television on after she left.

He's doing some sort of strange ask-the-people-on-the-street-very-simple-questions. And it is highly distressing to see what people say in response to them.

What countries make up Great Britain?

And some doofus replied, "England, Europe, and Spain."

What was Moby Dick?

A guy who killed a whale?
pffffft. Ignoramus.

What country do Welsh people come from?

England.

...

Of course! How silly of me to think otherwise.

I can not BELIEVE the stupidity of the common person on the street. Another girl was asked what countries are on either side of the United States and SHE HAD NO CLUE. But, she knew who Mary Kate and Ashley were!

It's disgusting. Pure and simple. I can't understand how these people survive in day to day with being so completely dim-headed. Now Howie Mandell is on the screen. And I'm about to launch my water bottle at the tv.

dreamside

My dreams this morning were convoluted and strange. Very smeary, half remembered. I reckon it doesn't help that I've also been sick, which makes my mind even less sharp then it normally is.

However, one memory that I can safely extract and look at is of being ridden. I've never experienced this in real life, not as of yet anyway, but I've read a great lot about it. My headspace has always been my own, even with the clamour of voices going on inside of me at most times.

I still haven't figured out who the Horseman was who was holding my reins. It felt feminine, but that doesn't necessarily mean anything in the greater scheme of things. I'd like to think that it was Maman Brigette in there, as I've been doing a lot of work with her lately. But, I'm still vastly unsure.

One thing, though. I delivered a powerful bitchslap to an enemy while in the ridden state. Even knocked a few teeth out, which were put in my pockets for later offerings to the Ghede. My knuckles still tingle now, after waking from this and throughout the day so far.

And I'm still carrying the smug satisfaction of seeing an adversary's blood streaked crimson across the back of my hand.