Bring on the hammock

Still tired--I've been having strange dreams all this week on top of just going to bed late--yet I'm in a remarkably good humor. Said dreams are what I understand to be classic "stress dreams", e.g. missing trains, having horrible inexplicable fights with friends, realizing one hasn't paid bills in three months, that sort of thing, but I don't really feel particularly stressed; sweh opines that I'm just sublimating it, and that's likely true. There's a certain amount of tense anticipation of impending trouble what with the various family ills, and then add to that the normal holiday hassles. But emotionally I feel pretty good. Odd.

( Retail therapy. )

Looks like we are gearing up for some tasty roleplaying action on the Cthulhu list. *rub hands gleefully.* It's almost funny, how much I love playing Josephine--she's so different from any of the characters I've ever played before, in any genre. Cry havoc, and let slip the inner sarcastic bitch!