Scribblings from the Mitchy Side

Apparently my capacity for responsibility only goes so far. Feeling feverish and sneezing my head off all day yesterday and now at the "Ack, how do I breathe?" stage means that I've wisely decided the only place I'm going to today is my duvet. And staying there for large amounts of time.

*snores*

Ugh.

I seem to be doing the "read for a while, sleep lots, read for a while, sleep lots" pattern today. I was having a great dream earlier though. There was this huuuuge ol' mansion, mostly ruins, that was being populated by all sorts of zombies and ghosties and long-leggedy beasties and I was trying to get it as a running concern, so that we could make lots of money holding parties there where people could mix with the monsters and then we could fix the roof which was destroyed in a regrettable accident the first time this was tried.

And then this segued into Quentin Taratino making Kill Bill Vol 2 and the Bride was there and it was cool.

And I met this huge, gorgeous Newfoundland dog who I could talk to. As in have real conversations with and he was just a big ol' softy dog.

I woke up at that point :)

I recommend reading Empire before sleeping, specially articles on Shaun of the Dead, Van Helsing and Kill Bill *giggles*