Test Run

Last night after I made my post about not drinking any more alcohol for a while daroneasa sat on my chest and made me drink two of those mini-bottle of shiraz. I was pleasantly buzzed all throughout her game, and a bit too tipsy to be affected fully by the latest LOST episode. (By right, I really should have been bawling my eyes out. But it just made me pretty maudlin and this morning I have this low-level funk thing going.

Anyway, I just woke up from a dream in which I was a squirrel pooka on ice skates, gliding around my local Harp's buying chocolate cupcake Tastykakes for extremely cheap; oh, and being harrassed by three Unseelie fae who wanted me to buy things for them. After I got the cashier to call security I flirted with him. Apparently, all supernaturals were part of a national register, so he immediately knew what I was. We ate chips and salsa and talked for a while, and as I was leaving I turned to find that his eyeballs and teeth had been torn out quite suddenly and he was groaning like the restless dead. Quite a shock. I woke up with a "Peep!"

Yup. Definitely no more alcohol for me.

Oh! Before I forget, Green Day's American Idiot is love. What a fantastic album!