Rebooting the brain

Y'know, it's rather frustrating when you wake up from a night of seriously deep REM sleep, and you're pretty sure that you dreamed about sex in there somewhere, but all you can clearly remember is the bit about filling up all those acrylic pencil holders with Teddy Grahams to the tune of "Let It Blow" by Richard Thompson.

Caffeine, please.

Curses, of the edible kind

So I'm finishing up my orange chicken and pork fried rice (leftovers of which will be my lunch tomorrow, thank you very much), and I crack open the fortune cookie.

"Change is happening in your life, so go with the flow!"

*blink* Did I just get cursed by my lunch? If so, I am so screwed. Bastards. (I mean, it's the holiday season, fer cryin' out loud....)