After the past few days’ marathons, back to the disturbing dreams. Yes, it’s on the to-talk-about-list with my psychologist when I see her next.
I couldn’t resist writing that down, and it ended up with me being awake for several hours.
But it was something so, um, noteworthy, that I had to get it down for memory.
From this day in 2001….
Cat Mutilations
Heard about it on Dreamland the other night. I suppose the aliens have gotten bored with cows.
This weekend was a loser. Friday night was beer and burgers at the pub. Saturday night was tequila and wings in Norfolk. Had a hangover on Sunday and I didn’t even get drunk. How much does that suck?
Anyone heard “Clint Eastwood,” by Gorrilaz? I’m not sure I get it. Is it like a white-boy takeoff on Puffy? What is with these people?
My annoyance has once again delayed his departure. He was supposed to be gone this past Monday. Now it’s wednesday night at the earliest. And he’s got company until he leaves. Wonderful.
It’s 4:35, and I’ve been here since 7:30 last night.
I need to find something fun to do tonight.
Or else.
Bleh.
Work.
At this moment, I have absolutely no motivation to do anything, yet my productivity at work tonight has been stunning. I’ve said that I’d be totally unproductive and I wouldn’t care about anything if I had a girlfriend…but I feel totally unproductive and don’t care about anything while I’m single. Yet I get things done. Explain that one.
Want a laptop, damnit. I’m wondering if I’ll get anything for my birthday. Maybe a stripper. No, I take that back. Don’t need to deal with the ex on my birthday. For those of you who care, that’s a week from tomorrow.
Even back then I was working. I really don’t know that I’ve had a period where I just didn’t do anything for a long time.
Oh well.
My brain is always plugging away at things.
That is a problem.
Write about getting lost and finding an alternative way – it can be literal or metaphorical
This kinda fits in with some of the strange drams I’ve had in the past few months….being stuck in a place, not being able to find a way out, and running out of the energy to search for new ways.
But when can I take a break to get away from everything? I have the financial means, but there’s still responsibilities I can’t bring myself to shirk.
Maybe that should be my focus for a while?
Next milepost is next May, I guess. Keep chugging until then.