Oh My Brain

Dreamed last night that I was Beka Cooper and Corus was suffering from an infestation of sex salamanders, which produced an aura that made people instantaneously fall in love, get married, and/or have sex regardless of gender, sexuality, or public-ness of said sex act. My job was to stop as many of them as possible from...doing that while Pounce found the nest of salamanders and ate them.

...I think maybe I shouldn't mix porn and YA fantasy quite so close to bedtime, at least not when I'm running a fever and thus already loopy.

Opera Fail

It's...it's morally wrong to punch old people, right?

My weekend plans just got violently upended. My grandma and I have been planning for the last six weeks to see The Magic Flute on Friday at the SF Opera, but she called to confirm the bus and everything today, and they told her I'm not allowed to go. Apparently they had complaints about me last year - not because of anything I did, jesus fucking christ I can behave myself for five hours, just because I'm not technically a senior. Which, seriously, what the FUCK. I went at the last minute because my grandfather, whom the ticket was actually for, was IN THE ICU. And everyone on the trip KNEW THAT, because they are almost all friends of his. And this year is more or less the same thing; my grandma bought the tickets for them to go together, but his health and mobility has not been the greatest and she didn't think he had the strength to handle such an involved trip, so she offered to bring me instead. AS MY FUCKING BIRTHDAY PRESENT. So thanks, anonymous bitter old person. I was really looking forward to this. And my grandma really needed the night off.

I'd be more incensed about this, but I don't even have the energy to think about it right. I'm just going to go watch football and sulk.