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no rest for the wicked
Jun. 9th, 2004 05:06 pmThe Fates have decided to look kindly upon this unworthy soul and grant me a free evening, all to myself (after my daily hospital visit).
I reckon I will spend it cleaning out my rat and ferret cages, as they need it badly. And possibly even work on cleaning up my altar, which needs it VERY badly. It's a wonder that I haven't had any terrible accidents lately, with the way I've been neglecting it. That bottle of Barbencourt I searched far and wide for is still sitting in the Engineer's apartment, unpresented and gathering dust. I am a very bad girl, indeed.
In my defense, I have been running ragged and not spending very much time in my own bed (the altar is directly across from my bed; not the best set-up, but I have no other choice).
Some people hold rather bizarre superstitions. I am one of these 'some people'. This particular belief involves my not sleeping in my own bed if a loved one is in the hospital, not returning to my bed until my person is home safely.
Sleep has come to me wearing hob nail boots these past few weeks and my dreams, when I can remember them, have been vague and smeary. This is not something I enjoy, as I consider dreams to sometimes be very important information.
I reckon I will spend it cleaning out my rat and ferret cages, as they need it badly. And possibly even work on cleaning up my altar, which needs it VERY badly. It's a wonder that I haven't had any terrible accidents lately, with the way I've been neglecting it. That bottle of Barbencourt I searched far and wide for is still sitting in the Engineer's apartment, unpresented and gathering dust. I am a very bad girl, indeed.
In my defense, I have been running ragged and not spending very much time in my own bed (the altar is directly across from my bed; not the best set-up, but I have no other choice).
Some people hold rather bizarre superstitions. I am one of these 'some people'. This particular belief involves my not sleeping in my own bed if a loved one is in the hospital, not returning to my bed until my person is home safely.
Sleep has come to me wearing hob nail boots these past few weeks and my dreams, when I can remember them, have been vague and smeary. This is not something I enjoy, as I consider dreams to sometimes be very important information.
