practicality

I just had a dream that, while deeply interesting while it was happening, instantly put me into an utterly foul mood when I woked up and realized what I had just dreamed about.

If I have no hair at Y-con, it will be because I have torn it all out while screaming in frustration.

(although, if all the senior angels really are that much of snotty bitches, I can see why Raphael would pick humans instead)

And now I'm going to _try_ to get some more sleep instead of musing on how deeply unhappy and annoyed I am at the moment. Argh argh argh.