At lunch I was watching TV (yes, I'm back from lunch). We now have cable in one of our conference rooms (we're still wondering why), so I made use. Watched my usual batch of CNN, CMT, VH1.
They were all boring, so I roamed around and landed on SciFi. Promptly tried to figure out why the hell Daniel was talking to a chick who had blue skin...
Promptly started cussing when, five minutes later, I finally figured out it was Farscape, not Stargate. I blame the peanut butter and apricot preserves sandwich. It was good and distracted me from concentrating on plot. Or the fact that there was only one American accent.
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Dreaming
Did not want to get out of bed this morning due to dreaming. It started out with an investigation of a crime scene. I got pissed because no one had assignments, so people were just walking into the scene willy-nilly (a guaranteed way to destroy evidence and contaminate like crazy).
And then one guy and I were processing one area of this palatial mansion, and he started messing with bees. So I got *out*. And waded through the surf and went around the corner, and suddenly I was back inside, and everyone was just hanging out and chatting.
Suddenly it wasn't a crime scene anymore, it was a sort of mixer. Hooking up was to happen, except you couldn't hook up if you didn't have on your pass. I got lucky, because Susan (Teri Hatcher's Susan on DH) didn't have her pass, so I got Mike the plumber. Huzzah! Except I woke up in the middle of the part where we were to pick out our bondage outfits?
Seriously, that was one really twisted dream. And considering that the bondage atire was strangely not black, but silver and satiny...
My mind is warped.
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