Morning.

Ugh. Nassssty mornings. We hates the sun, preciousss, we does. Needsss water and nice cool fissssh.

O_o Er, what? Crackers.

I had an excellent time at public_ear's birthday last night. I'm not surprised, since he's completely infectious most of the time, but any time I get champagne with blueberry preserves in it and *drool* fudge and a board game and good conversation WITHOUT having a spaz because I'm in crowded rooms with strangers, is MOST excellent. I also owe P. a tarot reading.

Dreams!! Oh MAN...what a mess. Nonsense, I think. But soooo beautiful. I think I owe most of them to thinking about singing again, talking about SCA and thinking about Ren Faires, drooling over David Bowie with K., talking about Wicca with people, and toooo much sugar. I also felt super-witchy last night in my long flowy black dress, and black hair, and goth face. I love to dress up...because then I can tell people all my psychic powers come from the eyeliner. Goth powers activate! *LOL*

( Beautiful, but stupid! )

Champagne makes good dreams. :p At least they were pretty. Ah well. Off to clean a bit, finish a commission, and think about how to paint something for starfallz.
-M.