I find that LJ has got all creative again. Meh.
So last night I dreamt about my father. Sort of. And having finished Harry Potter, and being part way through a book about dreams... yes, it was odd.
But I like my dreamfather. As much as one can like someone that has A - only been encountered in dreams and B - is dead even there.
I have a toy digital camera... Oh icons...
Except of course when I am at the computer I should be writing...
I have to sleep now. Tired, and have to be up at silly oclock to get to work for seventhirty. It's not a long story, but I am in no mood for giving away yarns. What do I look like, a black sheep?
Oh right.
Baa.
ps - I have a new toy...