And pretend that he is Parson Brown

EEEEE still Autumn!

I must go and buy things with peanuts in them. I mean, peanuts are not something I normally eat a lot of anyway but OMG I WANT PEANUTS! I will buy peanut butter and Snickers bars and packets and packets of honey roasted peanuts and just look at them for the next 2/3 weeks and then as soon as Scribble is born I will devour them all! Peanut butter straight from the jar! I will! I mean it! Mwhahaha!

I don't do very well with not wanting things I can't have. Which has always been my problem with men, atually.

I am going to bake today. I feel very pleased about this. Just fruit scones, because they are le awesome. I've wanted some of my mothers' for ages but forgot to ask her to make some and just nabbed the receipe off her instead. Which was funny because when I said, 'Mum, can I have your scone receipe please?' she just looked at me and paused for a long minute and then said, 'Well, I usually just make it up,' which says a lot for the cooking skills of Irish women brought up on a farm. Her scones are always fucking awesome. However, I was not brought up on a farm and therefore mine will probably suck but who cares? I am altogether too bored to mind.

I am continually having very disturbing dreams. VIvid dreaming is apparantly a common side effect of being up the spout, due to extra hormones and whatnot. I like dreaming, it's interesting. And they've usually been OK, if baby-centred. The last few nights though...all involve lots and lots of blood. And getting attacked by dogs which I then kill. And people trying to murder me. And one where Scribble's skin was all coming off and it went to feed and it had a mouthful of sharp teeth and was going to bite me to pieces like a rabid dog or something. It also snarled quite alarmingly. Also one where I was with a bunch of lj peeps and we were playing video games that involved killing zombies and then suddenly we were really trapped in a castle with zombies coming at us. And there was lots of blood. Always lots and lots of blood.

They're not scary exactly. Mild fear. Almost comic-book violence really. But it's bizarre that a dream can start off nice and then become a bloodfest, night after night. I always remember them too. Its probably some sort of anxiety over the kid though I don't know where all the blood relates to that.

Anyway.

( Meme/survey thingy for y'all )

ETA: Is it Talk Like A Pirate Day tomorrow? I hope so. I so want to get in on that.