Sleeping is for sleeping.

Or at least that's what I thought. I turned in really early last night (11:30; normal bedtime = 2-4) because I've just been really tired the last week, and I decided it was time to catch up on hours missed. I rested really well, but I just remembered what I dreamed about all night.

You know, it's creepy when you write in your sleep. I wasn't making any decisions, and yet, I was writing in the dreams as if I was sitting wide awake! Going through this idea and that, pondering dialogue and ending points. Coming up with viable options and then actually tossing them aside when I wouldn't approve of them! The worst part is that despite all my work... during the dreams... because I woke in between them, nothing got accomplished. Well, I did figure out 2 things, but I can't remember the 1 well enough to accomplish the other. _-_ 

It's my own fault, I know. Cuz I went to bed thinking, "You've got to progress in one or the other tonight." Well, I did. IN MY SLEEP! All night long, I was thinking about Dumbledore, Merlin, and Snape - and Remus' and Tonks' reactions on the side since it's their Afterlife wedding. And when I couldn't get anything there, it was Truth or Dare with SG-1 around the campfire, and Daniel's question to Jack STILL has both him AND me stumped. >.> And Sam? Well, Sam may be pissed or mortified: I haven't come to a decision.

It's not fun to be stumped all night! And frustrated. I mean, I was working with most of my brain shut down!! That's not even fair!

This is just... not right! I'm okay with my vivid nightmarish dreams that I consiously alter and turn into stories later. This, though? Literally writing in my sleep while I am completely unconsious?? Faaaaaaar too creepy. 
 

Mexican Hibachi

Title coined by Terri. Yes, this is just... culturally wrong. 

My dad wanted orange chicken today, so it was up to Ter and I to locate a hole-in-the wall place that offered it. But then, I had the "brilliant" idea to go to the mall because we knew they had it there.

So then Terri says Teriyaki chicken sounds good, and I agree. So we get Japanese food that was made by Mexicans. 

Ah... the chicken tastes like... fajita meat! No joke! And the fried rice? It's yellowish-orange: tastes like Mexican rice with... peas and carrots... and the occaisonal egg. 

I'm really wishing I had some tortillas and refried beans... with my... Teriyaki Chicken...

And I just KNOW you're giggling over there, Morri. >.> Well yeah, it wasn't GOING to be real Japanese food in the first place, but we have standards for our Americanized versions of Oriental foods!! And this just ain't right! O_o