Richie’s home. Yay! I didn’t starve to death. Double yay!
I tend to have weird dreams that come out of nowhere. Like being pregnant with triplets and not showing at nine months, pulling vines out of my arms. When I dream about work, it’s time for a vacation.
While Richie was gone, I had two dreams about this guy:
Which is odd for two reasons. First, because I haven’t seen True Blood since season three. (I know. It’s in my NetFlix queue. Shut up.)
Second, because I usually dream about this guy:
I’m not sure what the change means, but I will discover it. Don’t you worry about that. I’m sure it will be a fun process :o)
No, this blog doesn’t have a point. Do you need it to? Because if you need blogs to have a point, you are totally in the wrong place.
And for what it’s worth, this is my favorite character:
“Blah blah vampire emergency blah.”