CORN NUTS!

Thanks to a diazepam-induced sleep, I dreamed of a room filled with Fritos. Instead of thinking it was a mess, I was thinking it was quite nice. I don't even like Fritos!

(And I discovered that diazepam and me are NOT FRIENDS. I took it for my vertigo, but it only made me as jumpy as a cat and I had a horrible time sleeping last night. Well, at least I won't get addicted since I never ever ever want to touch the stuff ever again.)

Still reading the Harriet Vane Wimsey books and have decided this about Peter and Harriet:

Peter: *sees Harriet and instantly decides to be her lap puppy*

Harriet: *does not want a puppy of any type -- lap or otherwise -- since she feels she's a better individual while living in a puppy-free existence*

Peter: *bounds around, frequently asking to fulfill his role of being her lap puppy, and generally being cute*

Harriet: *throws a stick for him and scritches him under the chin, while declaring SHE DOES NOT HAVE A PUPPY*

CORN NUTS!

Thanks to a diazepam-induced sleep, I dreamed of a room filled with Fritos. Instead of thinking it was a mess, I was thinking it was quite nice. I don't even like Fritos!

(And I discovered that diazepam and me are NOT FRIENDS. I took it for my vertigo, but it only made me as jumpy as a cat and I had a horrible time sleeping last night. Well, at least I won't get addicted since I never ever ever want to touch the stuff ever again.)

Still reading the Harriet Vane Wimsey books and have decided this about Peter and Harriet:

Peter: *sees Harriet and instantly decides to be her lap puppy*

Harriet: *does not want a puppy of any type -- lap or otherwise -- since she feels she's a better individual while living in a puppy-free existence*

Peter: *bounds around, frequently asking to fulfill his role of being her lap puppy, and generally being cute*

Harriet: *throws a stick for him and scritches him under the chin, while declaring SHE DOES NOT HAVE A PUPPY*