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.