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Brief, Codeine-Fueled Message
Mar. 21st, 2008 10:26 pmI really enjoyed Presanctified Liturgy tonight. Since I'm pretty familiar with the service, I followed along well even though it was in Slavonic. That is, until the sermon. Note to self: you don't know Russian, and trying to listen harder won't make you understand the sermon better.
I did get a few words. "Gospel," "Sunday," "Jesus." But I couldn't put together any kind of coherent message from them, no matter how hard I listened.
Codeine is fun. I'm having all sorts of interesting dreams. There was one about me going to a lot of trouble to get my dad a Spanish delicacy which was a cake with pineapples and some kind of glaze on it, served in a skull, and him being upset because what he really wanted was to go to Bed Bath & Beyond and hold his head over steaming, stewed tomatoes with Barack Obama. That was one of the more normal dreams.
I did get a few words. "Gospel," "Sunday," "Jesus." But I couldn't put together any kind of coherent message from them, no matter how hard I listened.
Codeine is fun. I'm having all sorts of interesting dreams. There was one about me going to a lot of trouble to get my dad a Spanish delicacy which was a cake with pineapples and some kind of glaze on it, served in a skull, and him being upset because what he really wanted was to go to Bed Bath & Beyond and hold his head over steaming, stewed tomatoes with Barack Obama. That was one of the more normal dreams.
