And I was, like, OMG

[ailbhe]

Bleurgh. Today is a disjointed, sleep-deprived day.

Last night I dreamt about many many things, including having accidentally bought a vast quantity of make-up, riding motorbikes into central Dublin having bolted the engines in place, meeting Rob's relations (strangers) outside my old school, or somewhere very like it, and feeling ill.

I said to Rob "I think I've got PMS." He said, "Yeah, you're hot, cold, and ratty."

A relationship should be based on truth, I always say.

So now I have to go to the florist's. I don't want to, because the weather is vile, my cold is bugging me, and I know I'll get hungry. But some things have to be done. They won't believe that I want a bunch of daisies all alone unless I actually go and talk to them, I think.

I'll see if they will let me give them short notice for the bridesmaids' flowers; we're hoping to get them from Janice's garden (the daisies she was growing for me died) but I'd like to have a backup option.

Maybe later I'll write about yesterday, which was quite good.