Another fucking great weekend.

Tonight I almost finished the fuzzy black scarf while watching The Simpsons and Carnivale, but didn't quite make it. It'll probably take me another ten minutes, but for tonight I'm done. Next I'm going to do some scarves with the sweet yarn I got for my bday, finally. I have been putting it off because of that wonderful anticipation. Knowing that something fun and new is waiting for me is almost better than the actual thing itself. Almost. Speaking of wonderful anticipation, I had a really awesome dream last night that was the embodiment of that concept. My dreams were weird in that they weren't weird at all, they were just like real life and nothing messed up was happening. Slipped in there was One Of Those Dreams, a delightful surprise. It was also very realistic in that it involved a hot friend sneaking in and sneaking upstairs and then with the getting all awesome, all of this being something that would not be unusual or unwelcome. I actually wrote a song out of it this evening, it was so good. Mmm. Back to my point, which was that this dream was the result of that wonderful anticipation - in this case anticipation that shouldn't be indulged due to various worldly circumstances - anticipation which apparently built up enough to come to dreamy fruition. Okay, I'm utterly exhausted and this is coming out way more innuendo-laden than even I intended, which I think means it's time to wrap it up.