I know the weather's affecting my sleep...

... I had this awful anxious dream and then spent an hour fighting off an anxiety attack at 5 am. Granted, there's plenty to be anxious about. The political situation, my ever-stressful work, getting some art stuff take care of, freezing my butt off outside. And there's a rapist whose last attack was in my neighborhood--mostly attacks at night when women are going to their cars. Sounds like the cops are patrolling a *lot* and have policewomen decoys out...but most of us at work, male and female are a little nervous. I've been quietly practicing all the self-defense stuff I've learned over the years--yell like crazy, punch kick gouge and bite, start gagging and pretend to throw up or pretend to start a seizure to buy yourself a few seconds to run. I think it spilled over into my dreams.

I was thinking of going out this weekend, but the cold is making that very unappetizing. Maybe it'll be a nice inside weekend. I can work some more on the Spooky Dollhouse or something.

Way to get ready for work...

I get ready so much faster with 180 beats to the minute.
*Moshes head and tries to put on socks at the same time...and falls right over.*

Ow.

Okay, maybe not that much faster.

Allright, who's gonna implement Everyone Stay Home Under a Blanket Day? I've been waiting very patiently. So has everyone else, I assure you. Get on with it, someone!!!

There's nothing like...

...Being curled up on the floor on a feather pillow and a warm blanket around your shoulders, sipping tea, goofing off on the computer and listening to the radiators click and purr like a huge warm animal all around you...

It snowed outside. Not much, just enough. It's warmer too. Not much.

I'd do so much if I wasn't so tired.

Buscemi and Dangerpest found something *wonderful*...

If you don't put a new word in the lexicon, I will pelt your house with hot-pink marshmallow peeps and scream "MOOOnkey PaAANTS!" until you do.
Do it!!!! Dooooo it!!!!


Click me!

"Hello, Mr counter-man, May I please have fifty pounds of the pink marshmallow peeps please? And two dozen tubes of Krazy-Glue?"

See, I'm NOT kidding.

Two words I submitted:

"Cow Orker" Pretty sure this one alreayd must have been submitted. I mean, how could it have not? But it was all i could think of...and:

"Splode": the act of messily exploding, either in food or a tempermental rant or meltdown.

Gnight, all...

I've been having a great time catching up tonight. And I have new pals to add to my never-ending friend's list:) Welcome to Fledermansion, where the tiki torches are always lit and the Gothic Hula goes on and on....

The firewalkers are getting sleepy, though...time to hose them down with a little Freon and send them to bed.

Hey, someone get that sock monkey away from the Trench of Flaming Coals!