For bizarre anxiety dreams brought on by Christmas preparations.
I am too exhausted to think today after a marathon dream in which I was forced to wrangle deadly pit vipers on the Australian set of the next Harry Potter movie. The folks in charge were awfully blase' about the fact that I had no clue what I was doing, and of course the stupid viper bit me.
Then I was forced to bench press 50 lbs--to gauge the progress of the venom--while waiting for Steve Irwin to arrive with the antivenom. And let me just tell you he took his sweet time getting there, the bastard.
None of this has anything whatsoever to do with Christmas, but I blame it nonetheless. Better posting tomorrow, after a (hopefully) more restful night's rest.
Posted by Big Arm Woman at December 9, 2003 02:18 PMIf they *ever* make a pill that turns the volume down on dreams, I'll be doctor shopping like mad to get me some.
Posted by: shell at December 10, 2003 11:07 AM