I SNAPPED MYSELF OUT OF my nightly tailspin last night by positioning Itchy, Bashful and Spherical's home (burrow-side first) right before me, to be instantly entertained by their sleepytime hilarity. (I call it sleepytime: typically one is scratching furiously at the glass floor, as if this will magically enlarge their newspaper-fold "burrow", another is fast asleep but sat bolt upright and the third crawling, living-hat-like atop this one's head in a bid to get out for a trot on the wheel. When I disturbed them earlier by pulling the blanket off their home two tubbies were trotting rapidly on the wheel... and the third ('most certainly poor light Baby Itchy) was flashing round and round and round her Daz-white undercarriage as she clung onto the wire wheel for dear life, the heavier trotters thundering obliviously onwards as she exhibited this dizzying robo-fortitude...Yes the most horrible thoughts go through my head nightly nowadays... I was going to post them but thought I would save you the silt-stirring mud-kicking of a disturbed subconscious...
What I will tell you is my dream. It seems sick at first hearing, surely; but was actually heavily symbolic... I mean, if I tell you I dreamed I was squeezing my own mother's breast would you think that sick?... Nothing "sexual" about this... And bear in mind that she had breast cancer little more than a year ago; I've had these pussing "wounds" that I've squeezed the poison out of. (I disagree with my drugs worker that squeezing the huge wet-scabbed lump on my arm was of little use: genuinely within 2 days of my kneeding at the lump (which I'd previously left alone) it went down, which shows that I must have squeezed the poison up and out.) So by squeezing this breast I was ridding her of illness... which is an obvious wish-fulfilment... OK, still seems weird I grant you, but do you get how the subconscious goes in circles, that a plain "weird" dream has a genuine meaning behind it? I woke up straight away thinking what was that about? ~ and the above answer came directly to mind. The most instant interpretations tend to be the truest interpretations of dreams, so I've found...
And on the subject of oddness: no that was NOT my leg pictured yesterday. As if! My legs are far bulkier than that. The hairs would NOT look good under stockings. And I've never worn a stilletto in my life (would probably fall off; that's if they could find my gargantuan size...)
That dreadful Rush Limbaugh FAILED to read my email in the TWO HOURS I dutifully tuned into his boresome show. Honestly. For the first HOUR the guy just prattled out his unoriginal opinions. Then he let a few callers on who proudly proclaimed stuff like: "I'm from Texas and I'm a conservative," as if that would impress anyone (are people honestly that insecure in their political views that they need to endure an endlessly bigotted show like this patting them on the back "there there; you're not alone, there ARE others who think like you..."...? I mean..? This Rush Limbo-Dancer whatever he calls himself was declaring Hilary and Obama will end up on a joint ticket (as long as Obama's for VICE-president to let experienced Hillary do the real work that sounds brilliant to me) he said this will shoot the Democrats in the foot. How, why, wherefore he did not venture to explain. The guy's not even articulate... what on earth he's doing on national radio I really do not know. Can anyone enlighten me? Please...??!?
... Poor Hillary is still one hundred or so what-jer-mer-call-it nomination votes behind Obama... OK I have nothing against the guy but what does he stand for? Except for being a charismatic rather circuitous public speaker? Who glitters wondrously forth on the American dream and all that's good as mother's apple pie. But what about the economy? What about foreign powers who want to deny America their oil?
OK I admit I DO relish the prospect of Bill Clinton hosting First Lady coffee mornings for skeletal couture-outfitted 80-year old billionaires' wives socialites (isn't that what first ladies traditionally do?) or playing his sax on the Letterman show... well what else is he going to fill his time with... really having lived under a figure as controversial but as able as Margaret Thatcher (and I certainly do NOT agree with perhaps half her policies and actions) I'd love to see what Hillary does or does not do for America.
Well I'd better shut up now... Bimbimbie said I ought to kit out in cheerleader's uniform to chant my Hillary Hillary Hillary praises... what has got hold of me? She's the only candidate in ANY election (including the sappy choice of candidates we get over here) who's ever aroused even the vaguest of political passions from my acheing old bones...
... righto I really had better go I've food shopping to do and bandages to change. Take care everyone!
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