Well Jolene unlocked the thick breezeway door...
Cake's put me in a good mood and I'm on 3 hours of sleep and I am in a GOOD mood so I think I'll do a little writey writey. I could get paid to do this, yeah.
I had a dream last night where I could paint, and I wish I could because my creativity is boundless and only limited by my abilities. In my dream I started off by painting a landscape filled with red vents, black clouds and brown black peaks, with red, round, flat-faced demons with yellow eyes dancing around a 20 foot evergreen christmas tree filled with ornaments. Everyone was so impressed I said I'd paint one more picture and then be done with it, so I painted a picture (which was photorealistic) of a child peeking out the window (half his face was above the frame, which looked like a windowframe) with a happy expression as in the darkness reflected off the window the moon shines and a pair of headlights illuminate a man in a trenchcoat carrying a rug with feet sticking out the back of it. After that the dream ended somehow, I think in the classic "My hero!" superhero way with some woman fallen into my arms.
I wish Lola had picked up her damn phone last night, heh. I would've gone grocery shopping at 3 AM again, and describe the experience to her. Everyone always looks at me like a madman when I do that.
Good lord I'm hungry. I ate one meal yesterday. Ridiculous! I must feast and be full and grow fat and move to the midwest. It's good, but will it get them off their tractors?
Man, I can not wait to see A Prairie Home Companion. Even with Lindsay Lohan, the perfect antitihesis of Garrison Keillor - a pretty face with no soul and pretty eyes with a cavity behind them. God, that man has so much heart. He's so funny looking but as soon as he opens his mouth it couldn't matter less, he has that kind of soothing good-natured voice that warms the heart. It makes you feel smarter, happier and just a better person in general to listen to that show.
I need to take a lil nap and then make some calls. If you'd like to paint a nude portrait of me, anyone, please don't hesitate to ask.
I wonder if my subconscious has any more messages on its' machine for me.
"I feel I must interject here, you're getting carried away, feeling sorry for yourself with these revisions and gaps in history. So let me help you remember, I've made charts and graphs that should finally make it clear. I've prepared a lecture on why I have to leave."
Stuck in my head for almsot a full day before I caught on to it. I wonder what's up next on my subconscious's agenda. Hopefully it'll try to tell me I should go to Cleveland.
I had a dream last night where I could paint, and I wish I could because my creativity is boundless and only limited by my abilities. In my dream I started off by painting a landscape filled with red vents, black clouds and brown black peaks, with red, round, flat-faced demons with yellow eyes dancing around a 20 foot evergreen christmas tree filled with ornaments. Everyone was so impressed I said I'd paint one more picture and then be done with it, so I painted a picture (which was photorealistic) of a child peeking out the window (half his face was above the frame, which looked like a windowframe) with a happy expression as in the darkness reflected off the window the moon shines and a pair of headlights illuminate a man in a trenchcoat carrying a rug with feet sticking out the back of it. After that the dream ended somehow, I think in the classic "My hero!" superhero way with some woman fallen into my arms.
I wish Lola had picked up her damn phone last night, heh. I would've gone grocery shopping at 3 AM again, and describe the experience to her. Everyone always looks at me like a madman when I do that.
Good lord I'm hungry. I ate one meal yesterday. Ridiculous! I must feast and be full and grow fat and move to the midwest. It's good, but will it get them off their tractors?
Man, I can not wait to see A Prairie Home Companion. Even with Lindsay Lohan, the perfect antitihesis of Garrison Keillor - a pretty face with no soul and pretty eyes with a cavity behind them. God, that man has so much heart. He's so funny looking but as soon as he opens his mouth it couldn't matter less, he has that kind of soothing good-natured voice that warms the heart. It makes you feel smarter, happier and just a better person in general to listen to that show.
I need to take a lil nap and then make some calls. If you'd like to paint a nude portrait of me, anyone, please don't hesitate to ask.
I wonder if my subconscious has any more messages on its' machine for me.
"I feel I must interject here, you're getting carried away, feeling sorry for yourself with these revisions and gaps in history. So let me help you remember, I've made charts and graphs that should finally make it clear. I've prepared a lecture on why I have to leave."
Stuck in my head for almsot a full day before I caught on to it. I wonder what's up next on my subconscious's agenda. Hopefully it'll try to tell me I should go to Cleveland.