dreamt the other night that an archaeologist dug up my bones. i think i was a disembodied something hovering near her shoulder. it was proof that i couldnt die. i was planning to reform myself with with the bones. i was a vampire. i was buried in some kind of demon graveyard.

what does it all mean?

on monday the 27th of january i have a day off. it will be my first since 15th december or so. im looking forward to it very much, though im not quite sure what to do with myself. there are so many things i could do. too many choices. any suggestions?

there were fireworks last night for winterskol. very pretty, though much like all the other fireworks ive ever seen. wasnt much in the mood for them. was distracted, i think, by the pain in my back and rump. walking home from work the other night i slipped on the ice and fell on my arse. i had my hands in my pockets and couldnt catch myself at all. very indignified but fortunately it was about 2:45am and there was no one around to see my flopping around on the road. hmm. have found that a mix of ibuprofen and alcahol masks the pain quite nicely. aaah. am feeling a little sore this morning, though. my plan is to ignore it until it goes away - a popular choice.

rah rah from winter wonderland, babies!