OMG! ::sporks lj:: I hate having to retype things because lj doesn't EVER want to post on the first try for me.

Anyway, I was ranting about my very. weird. dreams.

See, first of all there was Remus being all stalker-like and James teasing him for stalking Sirius and then they all went and had lunch at this place where everything on the menu was named after a sexual favor/position/kink (which is not to say that I even knew what they were just that The Daily Show is, indeed, informative). And it wasn't really clear if Remus was actually stalking Sirius or if he was stalking the waitress, but the important thing here, I feel, is that he wasn't stalking me not even in my own dreams. hmph.

I woke up from that just long enough to think, "huh. Fic. And, dude, that place would sell like crazy."

Fell back asleep only to dream that there was a murders cat under my bed plotting my death! And it was mean and had sharp nails and it scratched my ankle and it wanted me dead! [Super Sekrit Message to Twin: Shut up. It isn't funny. And I hate you.] I cannot stress enough that this big black cat was under my bed and would kill me if it had half a chance. ::looks around nervously::

Clearly I need to look up why cats keep popping up to scare the shit out of my in my dreams.