Ok... Blogger is being a bloody bitch with loading times today.

Or maybe I am just more irritable due to my period *ponders*

Nah... Irritability has never really been a side effect of my period before, doubt it is now. Greasy hair, pimples and horniness yes, but not irritability.

Anyway, I spent the weekend away at my parents' farm. It was -- you know -- boring and mosquitoey.

The horses are fun but I have it firmly placed in my head that I am far to big for those horse-ponies after being thrown from one last month. I mean, he threw everyone who got onto him except for Uncle Michael's son. What possessed them into thinking that it was a good idea to put a little 12-year old kid on a horse that had been throwing everyone else is beyond me though.

Oh! There is furniture there on the farm now. Well, just beds and closets really but I don't really need much else!

I still don't like going there. It's fun to play with the horse-ponies, but when I can't justify letting them haul my frame around, there really isn't much else to the place.

I did have one thing interesting happen. Sort of disturbing actually. I had the most vivid wet dream ever. That was the interesting part. The disturbing part was that my dad was right in the other room and the walls there are super-duper thin.

As is usual for my dreams, I was no where in it. It's much like watching a movie or a tv show -- different characters, different stories that have nothing to do with me other than the fact that it is entertaining.

So whilst I bemuse the fact that I basically watched high-quality soft porn with really good camera angles in my sleep, I am starting to wonder if this sort of dissociation in my dreams is normal.