Giggles

Mama has hysterics. It's the middle of the night and we're listening to the funny stuff. Trout Fishing in America, Copper Coffee Pot... I showed Gail and Allen the End of the World... it took an hour to load on dialup... and now I'm sleepy.

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I spent the morning till about ten trying to avoid waking up... but the dream was very strange. Somebody was quasi-attacking me, in Tony's body, but it wasn't him. Then all the things he'd ever said to me sounded in my ears in one word, which sounded like "try" or "hi" when all mushed together like that. Then he collapsed and looked kinda Frodo-ish, in bad shape, and then everything he'd ever physically done to me happened at once (and since most of what he does is hang around my neck, and I wasn't braced, I fell down too... among other things). After the spasms were over, I woke up. Odd, odd dream.

Then I spent a couple hours being Ryan the Lion (rhyme always takes precedence over accuracy with litle kids, hmm) to attack, tickle, and carry Michael and Wendy around, though Eric interfered some, too, and Gene just lay on me a lot. The blanket was a fun addition; I like breaking unpredictably out of perceived nets.

After carrying (or being clung to by) Wendy downstairs, I sat around on the couch and listened to Marissa talk about herself... which wasn't objectionable this time because she was tlaking about languages. She's Allen's older sister. Allen sat there and listened, too... they went to the store. Which I happily avoided. I think it's time for lunch.