everything but the kitchen sink

[the_siobhan]

Once again there is a full dumpster on my front lawn, full of plaster, wood and a toilet.

Tearing down walls really is the most fun you can have without a gun.

Now that the top floor is finally stripped bare and empty comes the task of rebuilding it. (In our own image.)

In the meantime, there is much cleaning in my future. There is a fine layer of plaster dust over every horizontal surface in the house.

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I've had a muscle-tension headache for almost a week now.

I should probably do something about that.

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Had a dream the other night about shagging somebody on my friends list who would be a completely inappropriate person to have an affair with in real life. In the dream a group of people were all camping in a feild together and the two of us had gone exploring. We managed to get into a fight with a bunch of the locals where we were severely outnumbered -- we kicked a few teeth in and then ran away, giggling madly. Next thing yah know, we're rolling around in the group tent in a complete adrenaline high, laughing and shreiking and carrying on.

Of course, since we are in a friggin' tent everybody can hear us. The remainder of the dream was us trying to figure out how to get the hell out of there with some semblance of discretion still intact when all our friends are standing around outside staring at the door. At the point where I woke up I think we were debating the pros and cons of pretending to be dead.

I don't think I really have a subconsious. Just silly cunt all the way through.

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It's always very clear for me. In many dreams it isn't me. In this one it most definitely was.