
You say “Party!”, we throw pub quizzes.
Is there any research on smells affecting dreams? The last part of my last dream this morning was about [probably processed] turkey to go in sandwiches, and it’s all I could smell when I woke up.
Actually I could smell other things when I put my mind to it, but something about my duvet or its surroundings gave the same aroma as that particular sandwich meat.
Just another warm sunny day in the middle of spring, with the occasional burst of thick hail.
Yesterday I woke to find I was stained. I put it up there for friends to give me their non-professional diagnoses and sure enough I have now accepted the likelihood of phytophotodermatitis because it is not permanently debilitating/scarring and it has an explanation (all the lime juice on the dishes I washed yesterday and the sun I sleep in) but allows for some peculiar ones. And it means I don’t gotta go through the doctor procedure.
“I want some internet right now.” *kisses Derek with a whopping great one right over his face.*
Okay, new priority for today is to back up everything. Things are going so great (festivals, travel plans, SNOW! and now my drowned iPod has risen from the grave after a few weeks) I have to prepare for the absolute worst, being the loss of my whole [electronic] life.

Snow lining the streets like discarded wrapping paper, I spent the day with my nieces; Mighty Destroyers of Snowbeings!

Sometimes the snow comes down in April, sometimes the sun goes ’round the moon (relatively). Just when I thought the chance for snow had past…
Frickin’ movie websites that won’t play me their trailer because I don’t have a zip code!