I've decided to blame the transit of Venus
Jul. 2nd, 2004 04:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
angeBecause why not.
Fandom's been passing me by a bit lately -- I've come down with quite a bad case of glandular fever, which means I've gone from being an insomniac to falling asleep every time I sit down. Two days ago, I conked out with my head on the space bar and woke with a start 319 blank pages later. That was weird.
I'm doing okay though, in the sense that life, y'know, continues. I'm getting better. We're in holidays, so I don't have to fob off my tutoring sessions and even Pablo's has come to the party and helped me out: I went to talk to the art teacher to explain why I couldn't life model for a while (along the lines of: "I can't lift my arms or stand still without listing over," and he said: "Oh, that's fine, we'll use you for draping (and your musculature is still great)." So now I go in, recline on something, get draped in fabric arranged in various folds and swirls and the students draw and shade the fabric. I haven't fallen asleep in class yet, but oh, I could. I get paid for this. Life is a pretty sweet fruit, I say.
In conclusion, I wonder what your subconcious is trying to tell you if you dream about Blair Sandburg in Oz.
Fandom's been passing me by a bit lately -- I've come down with quite a bad case of glandular fever, which means I've gone from being an insomniac to falling asleep every time I sit down. Two days ago, I conked out with my head on the space bar and woke with a start 319 blank pages later. That was weird.
I'm doing okay though, in the sense that life, y'know, continues. I'm getting better. We're in holidays, so I don't have to fob off my tutoring sessions and even Pablo's has come to the party and helped me out: I went to talk to the art teacher to explain why I couldn't life model for a while (along the lines of: "I can't lift my arms or stand still without listing over," and he said: "Oh, that's fine, we'll use you for draping (and your musculature is still great)." So now I go in, recline on something, get draped in fabric arranged in various folds and swirls and the students draw and shade the fabric. I haven't fallen asleep in class yet, but oh, I could. I get paid for this. Life is a pretty sweet fruit, I say.
In conclusion, I wonder what your subconcious is trying to tell you if you dream about Blair Sandburg in Oz.
