Is this going to work, or not?

[soulswallo]

Not much going on here. Cole's spending the night with his dad. I've already watched last night's Sanctuary and I'm working on Tuesday's Fringe. Work wasn't terrible today but that's mostly because it was one of those days where I could do a whole lot of stuff in a really short amount of time.

Speaking of work, on Thursday I smacked my hand into the corner of a credenza and bruised the crap out of it. Yesterday I nearly fell up the stairs and smacked the same hand (although a different part of it) on the banister and now I have a fat bruise next to the other bruises. It doesn't feel great. Yes, you read it correctly. I fell up the stairs. What? It happens.

jenahville is coming over for a few hours tomorrow. She wants to see the house and hang.

I'm going to concentrate on catching up on my shows.
Later!

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[malkovich03.livejournal.com]

sup?

i don't know, i guess that's it.

[soulswallo.livejournal.com]

Awesome!

[iron-knife.livejournal.com]

i must draw you.

[soulswallo.livejournal.com]

Ha!

[townbros.livejournal.com]

Wittle, bitty, baby coincidence going on, but I got my own bruised hand last morning.
But I blame that on the odd dream I was having.

Yes, my dream bruised my hand.

I had this dream I was auditioning for some movie or TV show. The part I was auditioning for was like for some gay role.
Across the room, was like some homophobic redneck. The stereotypical "moron" redneck kind. I live in Texas, so it's easy to imagine for me. The guy seemed to be patterned off of the East Texan variety.
Had a hostile conversation with the person where I foolishly tried to reason with him. That despite the fact that I am not comfortable with that type of lifestyle for myself, that I don't condemn it and the acting gig was just too good of a job to pass up. It would have made my career or something. It would be my "Brokeback Mountain" and I could be just like Heath Ledger.
The idiot walked over to me and hit me in the jaw.
I then, in turn, grabbed the redneck by the shirt collars and I punched him in the head three times. He went DOWN! Hard.
The sheer shocking and quite unusual violent content of the dream woke me up. And I had realized that I was punching - FOR REAL.

I KNOW! I'm a pacifist.

<--- Enter sarcastic tone here.
Great. Sleep punching. Just what I need.

I was punching myself in the arm.
My arm is fine, but my hand feels all sore now.

So what did I learn from the dream?

Super ignorant people make me REALLY mad.

I seriously need to think about moving out of Texas.

And bed pillows had better beware my sharp right hook.

[soulswallo.livejournal.com]

Wow. I mostly dream of zombies gnawing of a limb or two. Or possibly being chased through a cornfield by government agents while being myself an undercover agent who's attempting to infiltrate a hive of vampires.

Those are both true. I'm not sure what that says about me.

[townbros.livejournal.com]

Lately, my two most common themed dreams have been the post-apocalyptic kind and having conversations with my dead father.

Although, my apocalyptic dreams are being in those moments where you know impending disaster is about to happen, like right before the nuclear bomb goes off, but not the aftermath. For some reason, I am oddly calm in those dreams whereas everyone around me is on total panic mode.

My dreams about my father are quite jovial affairs where we smile widely and have innocent simple conversations. It's like we are catching up on what has been going on since his death.
The dreams try to make me believe that I am talking to him for real - from the grave.
In one dream, my brother showed up and my brother was saying some disjointed comments that had nothing to do with what I or my dad was talking about. My father and I just stared at each other and smiled, for we KNEW that my brother was just part of the dreamscape and we weren't. Somehow we were REAL.

Me thinks I am watching too much Ghost Whisperer.

[soulswallo.livejournal.com]

It might be too much Ghost Whisperer, but it's still awesome.