Venus, it's December. You can stop posting now.

I took a nap this afternoon/evening and I had a strange dream about someone (a famous dreamverse person but she reminded me of Angelina Jolie) taking an axe to her boyfriend's right limbs (he was also a dreamverse person. Sandy hair in a buzzcut, and he wore glasses). He was very upset that he couldn't go anywhere (it was bloody, but clean so he lived somehow?). I forget how, but the leg wound up in my family's yard and I knew what it was, and so did my brother, but we were trying to hide it from our parents by stripping it to the bone (no idea what happened to the flesh, but my brother -- who I dreamt as being much younger than he is -- took care of it. I think crows were involved), painting the bone, and encasing it in cement and then burying it in our front yard. Or something. I don't usually dream dreams like that; my dreams are usually more bizarre. :/ But you know what? It's okey, I'm American. /shot several hundred times omg so hard not to add that onto everything Is it worth mentioning that I've been feeling tired for absolutely no reason lately? This is the second day in three that I've needed a nap despite having plenty of sleep.

Anyway, it's December first, so it's time to ask: who wants a Decembertime card?! :D Comment with your address (even if I've already had it, please. I lose things.) -- comments are screened -- and your preferred holiday of celebration (or not, for a generic Decembertime card, but New Year's counts!) and you shall receive a card eventually ("eventually" because I'm usually late with mailing things, especially if they're going international. I'll do my best to stay on top of it though!). And if you're already sending me something for some reason, you're already getting something whether you like it or not because that's just good manners. :D

Also, since it's December first, one of my favorite days is approaching. Winter solstice! Yes! Slowly, the days will get longer, and I'll wake up after twilight and I'll be on time less late to work and I'll get happier and everything, even though I've still got about four to seven months of "holy SHIT it's cold!" ahead of me ("Spring"? What's that, like, a coiled wire? The hell does that have to do with weather?). I'll curse every day between December 21stish and my birthday, but it's okey, I'm American GDI, do I ever love the first day of winter, because I know it'll only get better from there.

That nice, happy note will suffice for a journal ending. Oh, and happy Hanukkah!