You know that old wives tale, about how eating too much sugar before bed can cause nightmares and shit?
I think there might be some truth to that.
Dream #1 involved me eating mouldy liquorice donuts found in the musty cupboard of an friend's old place, only to violently vomit them up all over the walls. So vivid that I woke up with stomach aches. No liquorice vomit though.
Dream #2 involved me running around the levels of
Mario 64. I was Cook from
Skins* trying to bring his friends back from another hellish dimension. Also very vivid. I had head spins and vertigo after waking from that one.
Today was almost a waste. Trekked into the city and waited at the City library for my class to show up only to find that the excursion was next week. Nursed bruised ego by reading New Scientist. Reading
Gaia's evil twin: Is life its own worst enemy? by Peter Ward cheered me up. New Scientist wants you to pay to read the full article but honestly fuck that. Melange has the full article in their entry
Gaia or Medea: is Earth driven by maintaining life or fostering self-destruction? along with some interesting bits of their own.
Think dream #1 was an omen of some sorts. A vegan fudge ball I bought from a cafe turned out to be off. It was sour and oddly squishy. Cafe just lost itself a customer. I don't believe in second chances - food poisoning/gastro totalled my digestive system years ago. Shame, I liked that cafe.
Ambled over to the NGV to check out their prints collection. Rather boring except for two pieces that sent me into gigglefits.
Map of an englishman (2004), Grayson PerryI like it because I have a thing for maps and it has lots of naughty words.
There was another cool piece I wanted to share but my Google-Fu seems to be failing me tonight.
Chocolate time.
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The third series of Skins is fucking TERRIBLE. How can the people who made Shameless live with themselves after churning out that load of shit?