I have no idea what my dad is cooking for tea tonight. All he said was that it was a “surprise”. I don’t know if it’ll be a ready meal, or a curry, or a stir fry, or a pizza, or what. Looks like I’ll have to wait and see, but I bet there’ll be rice in it somewhere.
I spent most of today watching videos on YouTube and typing up some stuff about the intricacies of the Gwenverse.
This is the second day of dog-sitting Woofimus Maximus (I also call him Woofbert, Woofly-o, and Wooflyarse). I had to get up early at 10am because:
- I had to dog-sit
- My dad, displaying what is known as chucklefuckery, threatened to throw a bucket of ice cold water over me if I wasn’t fully dressed within half an hour.
I remember some of what I dreamt last night. It involved me cuddling with my boyfriend, plus me and the Sol Senshi buying cute [and comfortable] clothes and lingerie, including enough pairs of cat keyhole lingerie for all of us.
I’m about to go and get ready for bed now. My dad says he wants me up early again tomorrow, at around 10am. It’s early by my standards. I don’t like getting up until it’s the afternoon. Preferably between 12pm and 2:30pm. He says me wants me up early because apparently we’re dog-sitting for the weekend. I prefer cats though. Cat-sitting would be easy. The cat would just sit there not giving 273⁄31,985 of a fuck, or sleeping in bizarre locations and dreaming about subjugating humanity, or compiling a thesis in the mysterious language cats communicate in about how cats would remain a liquid at -459.6669℉ while somehow working out the answer to ∞ ÷ 0 without tearing a hole in the fabric of space.
I have no idea what I will dream of tonight. I know it’ll be set in the Gwenverse and would probably have, at some point, Minako [Sailor Venus] dropping a ¥1 coin down Usagi’s [Sailor Moon] butt crack for a laugh.