brinshannara | Uuuuugh.

Awake, not because I want to be, but because my head hurts.

And possibly because I dreamt about a combination of Lost, Guiding Light and the Barenaked Ladies. OH, and Survivor (which I haven't watched in YEARS) and How I Met Your Mother. And Real Life. W. T. F.

No, seriously. I was on a raft (? Small boat?) with Sawyer (mmmmmmm) and Locke and my brother and we made it back to the island (we had been in a city. Because I have this memory of Ted from HIMYM stopping by various apartments in search of something to do with my grandmothers...? And I yelled at Olivia from GL and told her to stop shoving Natalia into Frank's arms. /facepalm) where we show up to some ecstatic people we haven't seen, said I to Sawyer and my brother, since Season 1.

And guess who's playing on the island? Like, on the beach, not far away? That's right. BNL. Without Steve. And so they didn't sing Brian Wilson and I was both sad and happy about that.

Geez, no wonder I have a headache.

Crazy dream shit aside, it is April Fool's (and none of that was false, nor is anything else I'm going to say here) but it's also the start of National Poetry Month. If you want, and I am quoting, "to receive a delicious, hand-picked poem every day during April", then go sign up here:

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