1 comments on my sanity Listening to: Kokugo class
Mood: Ill
You know you've been watching too much Prison Break when you start dreaming that you're escaping from prison by climbing over a cliff, though I don't know what to make of the fact that the warden of the prison was apparently Aslan. I fled to my grandparents' old house in Birmingham, for some reason. We'd forgotten to draw the curtains in the house, so of course when he turned up, he looked through the window and saw me, and then called in through the letterbox that he knew I was there and that he could hear my parents fumbling for their National Insurance cards, and it was useless.
I dread to think what the dream analysts amongst my readers will make of that glimpse into my subconscious.
Prison Break is so good. I dare you not to like Michael Scofield even if he does have 2 expressions: crying and impassive. I realise that this might in fact endear him to some of you. He's like MacGyver, only in prison! And with a big giant tattoo! And less hair! And less facial expression!
And now I have three free periods and I think i might go and lie down because I feel like crap. At least I do not appear to have done myself any permanent damage from the bike accident I had last night, though my foot is still a bit sore.
Stupid germs.
June 09, 2006 at 10:03 a.m.