When dreams become novels... [This is why it's sometimes not a good idea to have your mom as a Facebook friend.]

After I collapsed on my futon yesterday evening, I proceeded to sleep for eighteen hours (waking up only long enough to take the wheel out of one of the hamster's cages, because the squeaking it was making was driving me insane, go to the bathroom, and to let the cat out of the room). Normally I only sleep for a few hours every morning, and that's usually enough to get me through my day and night, but as I've recently discovered...I'm very sick, probably courtesy of spending that night at the parentals' house just after everyone there was getting over the flu. Great.

I had an amazing dream, nonetheless. Not amazing as in a best-dream-ever state, but very thought-invoking, and if I could get it down in writing I dare to say it might be fairly mindblowing (not to toot my own horn, or anything).

Unfortunately, the general idea behind this book, if it should ever become that, is such an amazingly offensive take on a topic, that I fear if I ever do anything with it I shall be lynched by an angry mob that will undoubtedly form on my tiny front lawn. (The neighbors, I would think, shall not be pleased.)

I suppose I'll just have to see what exactly I can twist around with this idea, so it's more on the self-proposed "amazing" side and less on the "oh my god, what's wrong with that writer?" side of things. It should be interesting, if anything. And even if it doesn't work out and I end up not being able to do anything with it, it's good practice - it's a challenge, and those are always welcome, whether as practice or not.

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In other news, as I said before, I'm sick. Wonderful.

And there comes the bad thing about having your mom as a Facebook friend.

Status update: This eighteen-hour nap brought to you by me being sick.

Three minutes later, my phone rings. It's the "Halloween" theme-song, which means that it's my mom.

"Hello?"

"OH MY GAWD, YOU'RE SICK?"

"...Yeah, Mom."

"Call off work!"

"Mom, I can't just call of work, I need the money. You know that..."

"If you're sick, you should call off work! And come over here, so I can make you some soup!"

"The hell? It takes me just as long to get to your house as it does for me to get to work; I'll still be out in the cold..."

"...If you go to work - which you'd better not - at least come here afterward to stay."

Awfully nice of her, considering that she's the reason I'm sick in the first place. She's either genuinely worried, or guilty. Possible both.

Kind of sucks, though. I was hoping to get my hair chopped off today, but it's probably not a good idea to be out and about in the cold right now. I really, really need a haircut, though. I just have one of those styles that worked great when my hair was short, but now that it's longer it's starting to take on the texture and general appearance of a lion's mane. Only when I comb it down and straighten it, can it even look like this, and even that is annoying to me. I'm thinking of getting my hair cut kind of like this (even though, of course, I wouldn't look a tenth as gorgeous as her afterward).

Someday, I'd really love to try shaving my head. Apparently, according to my friends, "that would be totally 'V for Vendetta,' and you should do it!" I think Natalie Portman probably pulls the look off a bit better than I could, but I can't say I'm not tempted. I hate hair.

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