wolven7 | I am... Displeased, to say the least.

I'm not teaching , this summer. My only source of income. My onle way to make sure I can pay for classes, without more loans, my only... Well. Let's just say that I didn't need this, shall we?

I didn't need this at all.

Good morning to you, too.

I had a dream, last night about a giant party so large it filled an airport, and I was part of a governmental organisation. I was some mid-level official, but I felt more at ease with the staff than the senators and such. There was someone there who I didn't like, but I respected, who was about to get into a duel, in the main ticketing lobby. The person with whom he was going to duel was an officious little toad of a man, and I told him that the guy wasn't worth it; a fight to the death to reclaim some perception of lost honour? Then the little toad Shot at me. I tipped my hat back, grabbed his shirt collar, and hed-butted him three or four times, in the face. I kneed him in the stomach, and hefted him by the back of his pants and his throat, over to the bacony/terrace of the ballroom/airport, and I held him over the edge, telling him that if he ever came near me or mine, again, that would be it. I set him back on his feet, and walked away to get another frozen mimosa.

Another section where there were accomodations in a section o the airport; somewhere we stayed while waiting for the party to be over, and the flights to take us home. (Rasputina - [The Donner Party]). There was an exchange of sentiment, and something about cantiloupe chunks made from the body of the president's daughter. Some jokes about cannibalism, and some observations about how the frozen mimosas didn't spill very easily. (Placebo - [Spite and Malice (w/ Justin Warfield)]). Something about Whoopi Goldberg as the Devil of the mid- to late-1990's, and weird interactions with her, there. Telling me and someone else that we were going to be leaving at 8.30, with the overtone that, by "leaving," she meant dying. Thing of it was it was 1999, and it was 8.30, and nothing happened, not at the time, or in the month.

As I was preparing to leave, there was this montage of people going outside the party-- slightly more tipsy, for the drinks, and slightly more friendly for the food and company. (A Star Called Wormwood - [The Tower]). Some when to sing old school songs, and some went to stare at the sky, and some went to cry and commiserate... I tried to gather everything: books, movies, cat, coat, everything...

After that, nothing interesting happened, except some snatch of conversation, and I woke up.

Good morning. I'm going to go meditate, so that I don't... I don't even know.

So that I don't.