You ever been laying around reading, and you zone out and doze off, and your mind just makes up new story? I've been doing that for the last hour and a half, but the weird part is that I'm not envisioning the new parts of the story, I'm actually dreaming the new pages. As in, asleep. I'm still right there on the couch, Di playing 'The Sims' just in my view, and I'm reading the new story bits off the pages in front of me...then suddenly I snap back awake, and realize that the most recent juicy bits of novel aren't real...but damn, it is hard to distinguish when it's that clear.
Not that I'm hurtiong for good parts...I've gone back to read the last two 'Samurai Cat' books again. Really should try to replace the first four, one of these days; they are just too much fun.
Fuck this, I'm going to bed...hope you all are feeling better than I!
One last thing; I'm noticing a distinct lack of a couple people lately. discordian? poisonous_vine? Either of you out there?