Stuff.

[xyzzysqrl]

Well, the "twitter" experiment seems to be rolling out well. I've followed some people and a business I know, and while I have no idea if there's a protocol to follow or what, I'm throwing my status messages up there and no one has actually -complained- yet. It keeps suggesting I follow people with locked accounts who I don't actually know and am afraid to talk to. So, uh, yay social?

If I should be following you or something, let me know! (If I shouldn't, hit me.)

Aside from that, I've been sickish and queasy lately. I suspect I may need dental work soon, the headache/feverishness may be coming from my jaw. Or it may be coming from INSIDE THE HOUSE. I'm not sure of that either.

Also, while being sick I have weird dreams. This latest one was of a vocaloid hologram with bright red hair that went -straight out- to the left and right (picture the Prince of All Cosmos, or maybe a sledgehammer) doing an upbeat swing version of Radiohead's "Creep" on the roof of an apartment building. She was singing at the wrecking balls coming to knock it down. Once the building was knocked down, pudding fountains would be installed.

I hate that song. What the hell, brain? ... Eh. It could be worse. I may dislike Radiohead, but I do REALLY like pudding.

Off to shower and prod games some more.

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[phennphawcks.livejournal.com]

Spent a lot of time thinking about how to respond to this.

All I could come up with is, those dreams are why I miss you so much!