I took a three hour nap on the couch today in my underwear, during which I had weirdo dreams involving waiting tables and Tetris. I just got a brain freeze from eating applesauce too quickly. Now I'm going to put in The Adventures of Baron Munchausen (inspired by Neil Gaiman's anecdote last night about Terry Gilliam just popping by for tea while he was working on Mirrormask) and probably pass out cold on the couch again.
When I'm not feeling like
this, I'm glad my routine of couch-sleeping, work, and the innernettes is occasionally peppered with awesomeness, like hearing Gaiman read last night (although I was slightly embarrassed when someone asked if it were true that he's going to write an episode for
Doctor Who and I yelled "OH SHIT!"), and The Silver Jews last Sunday, and Sigur Ros a couple weeks ago, and my planned trip home this weekend to see the fall colors and go to the pumpkin patch with my mom and play with my Tamale Mollie listen to dad and Em play the banjo/mando.
Also, I'm glad Yam-bear and I can connect via texts while we're at work; of course, her apron is undeniably cuter than mine.
