elanya

First off, I've been lack in hailing the Parade of October birthdays this year! Shame on me!

Belated birthday wishes to:
fionasidhe
najapalida
chiv

in something resembling that order.

Today it is skjaere's turn! Happy Birthday Mary!

In other news, I am sick - I have been getting sick all week and my efforts to stave t off by doing responsible things like trying to eat decently and go to bed early have completely failed. Bah.

Also,last night I had some really weird dreams. I dreamed I was driving around the back woods of New Brunswick in the winter, sometimes with Big Chris, and sometimes with my dad. Chris and I saw this really weird ROV thing. It had wheeled spindly long legs three legs (two were longer, so it was sort of an angled tripod thing), and balanced atop them was this sort of bobbly black thing that looked sort of like a motorcycle with a black full face mask. It was twining its way quickly along the snow-packed troad. We had no idea what it was.

Finally we got where we were going(??? Possibly we stopped at this little church for some other reason), and we told some people there about it. Well, apparently it was a search and rescue RoV and if it was deployed, it meant that there were some BoE operatives lost somewhere in the Bay of Fundy. The RoV was supposed to get out to them and provide life support utill they could be rescued. But for some reason it wasn't working right, if it was stil here (?) But also if meant that the BoT had enemies! So it called in all its troops to form a marching band! So all these people in kilts started showing up at this tiny old school (think the school in Taymouth for those of you who live in NB - the one that looks kind of like a church) with different instruments, and I talked to one of them about how I used to play the drum and i offered to be part of the operation.

Then there was some kind of dream segue, because the next part of my dream was all about the American election! But not this election - this was Bush versus Bill Clinton. Which to my recollection never actually happened? Anyway, i accudentally got associated with the Bush Campaign, because George Bush stole one of my dresses (the red one!) by accident and I was trying to get it back and for some reason no one ever questioned my presence in, say, his hotel room. Only I was really working for Bill Clinton? I don't remember all the details, save that at one point I was i bed in this hotel room and both ex-prez's had been by and the mixup was starting to get cleared up, and then I got paid off by Clinton in godiva cream eggs that may have been wrapped in money as well as gold foil. And I got my dress back (which was now a different dress). And then i woke up. I think the very last part was my brain trying to tell me I'd been lying in bed too long :p

...and then on our walk this morning, Jola, in one of her crazy 'run around at the end of the leash and try and rip my arm off' hyper moments, jumped up on me, ripped my earphones out of my ears, and stomped on them >_<

yaaay. I still have 20 pages of mauss to read befoe I can write my cultural review, which i was hoping to get done yesterday but didn't for several reasons. And *then* I can start studying for my Tuesday exam :p