Blogs - landofdreams

I wake up in the morning and usually fall right back to sleep right away. The Ogre under my bed has to reach up and shake the bed frame. I say "I'm up! All right already." He harumphs and goes back into the darkness. When I look at my unshaven face in the mirror shadows flitter back and forth on its othersidedness (othersidedness?) reminding me that all is not well with the world, that demons are born to be killed, that vampires are bitten to be staked, and werewolves collect all the silver and keep it out of our reach. This is probably why my silverware is always missing and I have to switch to plastic knives. Once day I'll play a practical joke on them and buy that realistic silver-looking plastic silverware. If I step out of the door and do not see a horde of angry, hungry brain-chomping zombies, I consider that a very good day indeed. But enough about me.