mmm macarons

I tell you what, flist, some combination of bronchitis and fatigue and sleeping in an unfamiliar place has meant I'm dreaming about the weirdest shit at the moment. I don't usually remember my dreams at all, but these days I keep waking up dizzy with confusing places and convictions and the knowledge that I've been drifting through the same dream on and off for hours.

Last night's was set in some kind of complex city made up of half-alleys and half-canals, with a lot of LJ people around and a lot of tasks to be done. It was very stressful (yeah, LUCKY ME) and I'm pretty sure schiarire and I got married at some point, though knowing my dreams it was probably for some elaborate plot reason.

(The only other person I've married in a dream was Orlando Bloom. In an ice castle. I remember thinking in the dream that the whole experience was kind of wasted on me, and maybe had been meant for some other teenage girl.)

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We're watching MasterChef and they're cooking pastries in Loooooondon. HELLO, city of my heart! I'll see you in six months!