Those weird Pasta-dreams

Got home (from work) around 5:30pm. Tired. Irritated. Cranky.

Upside: Landlady leaves for her 3 week vacation tomorrow. YAY! Peace! Quiet! Tranquility!

Promptly wandered into livingroom, checked for messages (found none) and then went straight to my bed. My almost 3 hour nap was wonderful, but riddled with a bizarre dream about pasta. I blame claris, as she was talking about her Italian sausage and pasta earlier. It messed up a tired & dazed brain.

So. Now I'm awake. And I'm kinda hungry. Which isn't at all the same as "kinda mookie", but that phrase was on the pasta box in my dream. Yup. And I've just looked... if it's slang, I have NO idea what it means and I have to wonder if it's the Crown Prince's fault that it cropped to mind.

And now that I've babbled pointlessly, but with far less *grr* than earlier today (and this week), I shall cheerfully consider getting me some grub (not pasta, or grubs, fyi), and then become a couch potato until the television bores me. (This should take less than fifteen minutes.)

Ha!

I knew it wasn't just me!