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[lady_kishiria]

I had a dream that upset me and woke up distressed; the person who appeared in the dream has been e-mailed about it. Then I was conquered by Kaiser Friedrich, who sat on my chest, purred, and sneezed wetly in my face. Then I heard the Tsaritsa barfing somewhere (she has a hairball) but haven't found it yet.

I feel like hell, so maybe it's time to head south of the border once I drop Steve off at work. Or maybe to the beach because I never, ever go there and I need to shake myself a bit. Wish I had a harp case; I'd take Camilla too.

The progress of everything I'm doing is contingent on other people and I hate that.

Comments

[azelmaroark.livejournal.com]

So sorry that you're feeling down! I hope things get better. Time to yourself might help a lot.

[kishiriadgr.livejournal.com]

Any more "time to myself" and I'm going to start painting creepy self-portraits like Frida did.

[(Anonymous)]

That was one hell of a dream! I would never do that, though. No need to be distressed. Nothing is cuter than having a kitty sneeze on you. I hope you find the hairball.

[youngfreud.livejournal.com]

K, did you wake up to the Kaiser sitting on your chest? Because, you know, cats are known to suck out your soul while you sleep.

[kishiriadgr.livejournal.com]

Yup. We refer to this as "being conquered".