Tired.
It's 2 AM. I've had enough Tylenol PM to knock out a horse (not what I usually use, so even though I'm awake, I'm still fuzzy, and I'm probably going to be hung over when I "wake up").
I started on a piece of Aoshi dream sequence weirdness that currently involves the memory of a toddler Misao crying back when they first met her and also plenty of other things.
I feel dissociated from myself. Physically, I mean. Not quite like my brain is made of cotton. There's a bit of a Ketamine sense of lag, if you get what I'm saying. Not quite as bad as actual Ketamine lag, but definitely there. I'm the kind of tired that spells "any" as "anyway" and doesn't quite catch it. My brain's moving a little sluggish but my body can't quite keep up.
What should have been a dream sequence in which Aoshi has tea with his evil shadow in order to prevent Weasel theft (really, as with all my bizarre supposedly genius ideas, the blame rests squarely with![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
leviathanmirror) has decided that this scene would work quite nicely in an original Gaiman homage. Thank $DEITY for WriteMonkey.
I started on a piece of Aoshi dream sequence weirdness that currently involves the memory of a toddler Misao crying back when they first met her and also plenty of other things.
I feel dissociated from myself. Physically, I mean. Not quite like my brain is made of cotton. There's a bit of a Ketamine sense of lag, if you get what I'm saying. Not quite as bad as actual Ketamine lag, but definitely there. I'm the kind of tired that spells "any" as "anyway" and doesn't quite catch it. My brain's moving a little sluggish but my body can't quite keep up.
What should have been a dream sequence in which Aoshi has tea with his evil shadow in order to prevent Weasel theft (really, as with all my bizarre supposedly genius ideas, the blame rests squarely with
leviathanmirror) has decided that this scene would work quite nicely in an original Gaiman homage. Thank $DEITY for WriteMonkey.