lackadaisiac

I napped for a little bit earlier and dreamt that Takeuchi Naoko put out this beautiful oversized book collecting all of the original Sailor Moon manga, plus all side stories and liner notes, new commentary, personal writings on the development/writing process for the manga and anime, unreleased full-color pinups and posters, and an exclusive website with unreleased old anime materials. AND two new fully-painted stories with past-life Sailor Moon and Sailor Venus featuring pull-out posters.

Then I woke up into a world where not only do I not own this book, IT DOESN’T EXIST, and I WANT TO CRY.

Strange dreams last night. I’m in a bit of a haunted mood, as such. I’m hoping that it’ll fall off after being awake for a little longer.

If I continue typing as it is, it’ll just become this massive nonsensical stream of consciousness that benefits no one, really. But perhaps I’m just sleepy, too…

I had the foresight to open my curtains at bedtime, though, so there’s a soft sunlight filtering in through the window to my right, and it makes me feel a little lighter in spite of this condition.

I hate it when you have a crappy dream and wake up vaguely upset because of someone who didn’t actually do anything.

Anyway, unrelated to that, I found a recipe magazine I’d been looking for to no avail previously, so now I have at my disposal a seriously delicious cookie recipe for tonight’s Christmas Eve baking adventures. I’m hoping that I can swipe a stand mixer to save myself some struggling with the dough, but I did without last year, so here’s hoping I don’t get Christmas carpal tunnel syndrome, at least.

Waiting for the FedEx guy to arrive with my present at some point (out for delivery as of about 9:30 this morning). It requires a signature, so no naps for me until it’s safely on this side of the front door. Is it really Christmas Eve already…?

Chamomile with lavender. Hoping for sweet dreams tonight. Or none at all.

Goodnight, internet.

I am struck by the words of absent people as spoken in my dreams. And the words of present people never said.

Strangely emotional dream the night before a therapist appointment! I feel like that one was dropped right into my lap. Score…?

Family went out of town today for Christmas shopping, so it’s just me holding down the proverbial fort here. Not going to lie: I will probably ditch and spend the day working at Starbucks.

I hate it when people drop the word “kawaii” in the middle of an otherwise completely English sentence like a sudden attack of linguistic Tourette’s. It’s usually people who are trying to sell something, too. It absolutely makes me ITCH. We do have an English equivalent to that word, you know.