… and the goats just keep on coming!

Best quote: “We have given him the goat, and as far as we know they are still together.”
(But, I mean really? What’s with all the goats?)

Best quote: “We have given him the goat, and as far as we know they are still together.”
(But, I mean really? What’s with all the goats?)

(Apologies for the silence on the SMP front. Busy, busy week. Hopefully, a return to inane chatter next week.)
(We can all hope.)
Annoying: Dreaming about tidying a bedroom (not my real bedroom but my real bedroom in my dream) and just when I had everything clean every single piece of glass in the room shatters, coating the carpet. We’re talking a full inch of broken glass over the entire carpet. And I know that I have to clean it all up.
More annoying: Later in the same dream, rushing to get a lasagna out of the oven in the hall — why the oven is in the hall and why I’m rushing to get a lasagna out of it I have no idea — so I take the shortcut through the bedroom…
AND CUT MY FEET TO RIBBONS ON THE GLASS.
THAT I DIDN’T CLEAN UP.
Valuable dream-time is then occupied by me picking out shards of glass and bandaging my feet. And muttering.
Most annoying: Even later in the same dream I’m looking for a roll of tape to seal off the bathroom door so people can’t smell the stench coming out of the bathroom — which would ruin my attempt to sell a collection of rare books to the book dealer that was currently chatting to my grandparents and no I don’t know why I was selling the books or why my grandparents were there or even if they enjoyed the lasagna I don’t even know if the lasagna had anything to do with the stench coming out of the bathroom but I can assume and seriously what the heck is my subconscious trying to tell me with the whole bathroom stench thing — when I remember that I last saw the tape on the dresser in the bedroom so I run into the bedroom to grab the tape…
AND CUT MY FEET TO RIBBONS ON THE GLASS.
AGAIN.
THE GLASS THAT I STILL DIDN’T CLEAN UP.
And I stand there, amidst the pain of having my feet cut to ribbons for the second time in one dream, and all I can think is:
“THIS IS THE STUPIDEST DREAM EVER.”