Last night I had a Drew-related drewm dream. It is my first one.
I was shopping for berry-flavored yogurt when I noticed this wooden box on display near the cooled-edible-things section. I approached the table where the blue wooden box was and saw that the box had clouds and pink balloons painted on it, and there was a cartoon of a boy upon it. On the front side of the box, where the lock was, olde-English lettering of "Explosive Club" was written, black against the sky-blue background. I brought out my phone and started taking photos of the box in different angles. I heard this sound behind me, and when I turned around, a TV was showing The Monchichis.
That wasn't even what is currently making my brain all peanut-brittle-y.
The minutes before I fell asleep, I sort-of had this YM thing going on in my head, with Drew. It was either him or my conscience, I think. Usually, when Iworry mull things over during that time, it's slow and uncoordinated. But those minutes last night were exactly like a YM conversation with Drew, quick with the replies as if he's not busy with anything, or procrastinating doing something (like the time he told me he was making GnW regkits. Hahaha).
Anyways, the YM conversation basically revolved around him giving me advice. The only one that seems to be stuck with me is that "he" told me to start thanking people and appreciate them now.
Akire says it creeps her out.
Yeah, I guess it really is creepy.
Drew, if you're trying to tell me that I'm a yogurt about to reach my expiration date, thanks, I guess.
I know, I know. We will see each other.
But anyway, whoever you are, if you're reading this now: Thank you so much. Somehow you've made life bearable for me. Hahaha.
And my apologies to those who I may have done ebol to. I'm just like that. Oh well.
I might as well take his advice. :)
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Edit:
I got my copy of "Good Omens" by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett this afternoon, from my cousin in the US. Hee.
I don't even want to look into its symbolism. Frnf.
I was shopping for berry-flavored yogurt when I noticed this wooden box on display near the cooled-edible-things section. I approached the table where the blue wooden box was and saw that the box had clouds and pink balloons painted on it, and there was a cartoon of a boy upon it. On the front side of the box, where the lock was, olde-English lettering of "Explosive Club" was written, black against the sky-blue background. I brought out my phone and started taking photos of the box in different angles. I heard this sound behind me, and when I turned around, a TV was showing The Monchichis.
That wasn't even what is currently making my brain all peanut-brittle-y.
The minutes before I fell asleep, I sort-of had this YM thing going on in my head, with Drew. It was either him or my conscience, I think. Usually, when I
Anyways, the YM conversation basically revolved around him giving me advice. The only one that seems to be stuck with me is that "he" told me to start thanking people and appreciate them now.
Akire says it creeps her out.
Yeah, I guess it really is creepy.
Drew, if you're trying to tell me that I'm a yogurt about to reach my expiration date, thanks, I guess.
I know, I know. We will see each other.
But anyway, whoever you are, if you're reading this now: Thank you so much. Somehow you've made life bearable for me. Hahaha.
And my apologies to those who I may have done ebol to. I'm just like that. Oh well.
I might as well take his advice. :)
* * *
Edit:
I got my copy of "Good Omens" by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett this afternoon, from my cousin in the US. Hee.
I don't even want to look into its symbolism. Frnf.
Hibernating at:: Preparatory room?
Listening to:: Next Year - Foo Fighters
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