Capricious Me

Lyra’s not really a lap kitten. She’s more of a leg kitten, in that she doesn’t like sitting in your lap but she will sit and lie down on your extended legs, usually around the knees. She makes a great leg warmer. Back when she was younger, she used to climb on my lap and we’d watch nature documentaries together. Now, she mostly sleeps. And holds on by digging in with her claws.

Last night/this morning, I had a dream in which I was about to start eating a bowl of beef noodles at a table with some other girl and a guy. The details are hazy now, but I think we were talking about the dangers of using stims (I think this was a BSG referencing dream) on the job. Then the girl looks at my food disapprovingly and says, “You know, last year, when someone died, it wasn’t because of stims, it was beef noodles! All those carbs!” I retorted, “Are you kidding? How is a bowl of noodles more dangerous than your drugs? I’ll eat my damn noodles if I want!” And then the guy chimes in, “It is a lot of carbs…” and I reply, “well, I’d rather die early knowing that I ate stuff that tasted good!”

It’s no surprise that even in my dreams I would choose food. What does surprise me is the other characters hating on beef noodles.