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Jan. 20th, 2009 01:10 pmLast night I had a dream about Katie texting me to complain about the noise that Susie was making. I forget the details, but I remember really clearly looking at the time and everything. Seriously, people, this dream was dead vivid and everything. I didn't reply to the text in my dream, but as I was woken up continuously between about 7am and 11am by a combination of the meat van, the fish van, our squeaky doors, and my two housemates discussing, not unreasonably, the fact they were both leaving to go to exams this morning. As someone who currently only gets out of bed out of a vague feeling that watching Countdown in your dressing gown is somehow wrong, I probably shouldn't complain. (Okay, I do watch Countdown under a blanket and now I find myself participating in it, with a pad of paper to make it easier to pick out words. SHUT UP.)
This is probably a result of me having a very strange reaction to food last night, involving my head going all weird and swimmy and not being able to see properly, and my stomach basically making me look four months pregnant and it was all very unpleasant. Still feel headachey and rubbish this morning, so I suspect that may have influenced my "WHAT THE HELL, YO?" dreams. Ah well. I'm out of bed at stupid o'clock in the morning tomorrow, as I need to drop my car off for MOT at 8.30am. So maybe this is a good warm-up?
Anyway. Today is the day that there is a president of the United States of America isn't George Bush. Ever since the elections, I have basically ignored any indepth discussion of politics as my head couldn't cope with juggling the concepts of Interregnum political experiments and what's going on in the modern world. I do know enough to know that Obama isn't perfect, and never will be, but I am filled with a sense of hope. Seeing all the people dancing in the street in Washington does make me feel wonderful; it's nice that people do care about politics, in the end. I am going to miss Deal or No Deal and Come Dine With Me to watch the inauguration. Let me tell you, that's a hell of a sacrifice!
(This is my only political icon! Blimey.)
This is probably a result of me having a very strange reaction to food last night, involving my head going all weird and swimmy and not being able to see properly, and my stomach basically making me look four months pregnant and it was all very unpleasant. Still feel headachey and rubbish this morning, so I suspect that may have influenced my "WHAT THE HELL, YO?" dreams. Ah well. I'm out of bed at stupid o'clock in the morning tomorrow, as I need to drop my car off for MOT at 8.30am. So maybe this is a good warm-up?
Anyway. Today is the day that there is a president of the United States of America isn't George Bush. Ever since the elections, I have basically ignored any indepth discussion of politics as my head couldn't cope with juggling the concepts of Interregnum political experiments and what's going on in the modern world. I do know enough to know that Obama isn't perfect, and never will be, but I am filled with a sense of hope. Seeing all the people dancing in the street in Washington does make me feel wonderful; it's nice that people do care about politics, in the end. I am going to miss Deal or No Deal and Come Dine With Me to watch the inauguration. Let me tell you, that's a hell of a sacrifice!
(This is my only political icon! Blimey.)
