You did what?

Tonight I dreamt that I dropped by someone from lj unannounced and gave them stuffed animals as a gift. This someone, who I am not close to at all and who is not even on my flist (or I on theirs. In fact, I don't know who it was, only that she was female, from lj and not on my flist), apparently lived in the same city as I do in my dream. And she collected cows, which I why I dropped by with a cow and a donkey (no, I don't know what the donkey was doing there either). We are talking about MY stuffed animals, real ones that really exist, and that I wouldn't give away for the world. After I had rung the doorbell, I suddenly changed my mind about the donkey (my favourite for many years of my childhood), and so I held my hands behind my back. Only, when that person opened the door, I pulled up the wrong hand, the donkey hand, so I ended up having to give both animals away.

I was invited inside (inside the little doorman house at the entrance to their parent's estate, because that's where that person lived), and it was full with stuffed animals, and somehow I ended up in my pyjamas, getting ready for bed. Apparently we decided to watch some TV show together in bed wearing pyjamas.

Which is when I panicked, thinking maybe she didn't really want me there and only let me stay because of my gift, and then I hot dressed and walked(!) all the way home across the city, most of which was a large forest, where I had somehow hidden stolen cars, none of which I could find now.

And I already missed my donkey.


I won't even try to interpret this one, but at least I know where the stolen cars come from (Smith. I hope). Oh, what fun it must be to be my subconscius, and to throw otut random weird stuff during the night, thinking "There, let's see what she makes of that. And while I'm at it, why not add a donkey."

Busy day

I watched Vanished for breakfast (more about that later), then took the dog for a walk and tried to get some sort of order into my application stuff, to, that's right, start writing applications. Which I did.

This, of course, led to people calling me every five minutes ("Hey! I haven't talked to you in years! I thought I'd call you!" - "That's great. Did you have to choose the one day I actually get over myself and write an application???"), my printer printing smears until I cried and cursed at him, then leaning back to laugh at me (at least he's printing, now that he is sufficiently amused) and then, while I was on the phone, getting myself into a so-not-needed date for tonight over the barking of the dog, I was delivered a package (the reason the dog barked), and what do I find?

My A-Team Season 3 DVDs.
*sigh*
I'm really not meant to write this application, am I?

But I will be strong and resist the temptation of auto chases and gay men with machine guns. I will not watch a single episode until this application is finished. And the other one, too, the one that has to be there on...Saturday??? Uh oh.
*runs away*

Edited five hours later: Wrote and sent away one application. The other will have to wait until tomorrow, as it requires a handwritten CV, and I'm not even going to try at this time of the day. Watched the first ten minutes of The A-Team "3x01 Bullets and Bikinis", which were full of gay and Hannibal/Face love. Watched Bones.
Note to self: When will you ever learn not to watch Bones for lunch? And no, you can't watch CSI when you eat either.

Off to take the dog for another walk, and then it's the date! Yay! Which, you know, isn't a real date-y date, just me meeting a friend and helping her out with lots of stuff that I should really get paid for, but I guess that's what friends are for.
*looks at A-Team DVDs and imagines her evening with them*
*sigh*

Vanished

So, after I saw some people on my flist talk about Vanished, I thought I'd give the show a try, even though it wasn't on my original TV schedule.

( And it won't make it there any time soon. )