3 comments on my sanity Listening to: Remington Steele
Mood: Sleepy
So last night I was dreaming again. I have no idea who the heck I was, or even what gender, and I was accompanied by the general shape of someone else who I gathered was supposed to be my significant other.
We were hunting mummies, as one does, and they weren't even the cool undead ones, they were plain old buried in the ground with treasure sort.
Whenever we found a mummy, and dug it up, some guy called Ian had left badly spelled notes in the sarcophagi telling us that we should go lingerie shopping like normal couples. o.O
Who the hell is Ian? I can't even think of somewhere I might have heard the name in the last few days!
February 09, 2007 at 9:32 p.m.