I've been away from LJ for about a month due to being busy and cranky and such. I was actually ready to come back a week and a half ago, but then it was getting on to HP7 and I'd just have had to go offline again. So I
A few days ago, I wasn't sleeping very well and I had a bunch of short dreams, the kind that smack you in the face with heavy-handed symbolism. Like the one where I was trying to swim to shore and not get swept away by the current. Or the one where my dad bought me a car but insisted on driving all the time. Or the one where Sam was hitting on me in a bar. (Okay, that's not all that symbolic, but why is it never Dean? Why?)
And then I dreamed that I was getting ready to go to a D&D con and while I was out and about, I saw Inui, who was one of my geek friends, and I knew he wasn't going to the con. I greeted him and he didn't say a word. I was so sad, before and after I woke up. Don't ignore me, Inui, please! I promise I'll finish most of my WIPs about you eventually.
In other news, I have been drinking gin martinis like a fish that's a lush and they are perfectly agreeable with my constitution, unlike beer. I even bought myself a cute little cocktail shaker so I could have them at home.