wrap me in layers of old periodicals
i'd really like if i could recall my dreams, i know i've must've had some good ones (as everyone should have!), i just cant ever remember them at all, and this upsets me. some mornings i wake up feeling great, either by some sort of relief or joy or just a general comfort with everything, and then other mornings where i wake and feel quite out of place, like i belong somewhere i just had been, but cant remember where, or as if alot of action just happened and im either exhausted or really on edge and set to get out of bed, and am able to easily forget any pre-waking thoughts that could've clued me into what my night wonderings may have been about.
an oneironaut with amnesia.
a depressing entry was a maybe. now its a maybe later.
right now i'd just prefer to make an entry about fucking dreaming or the lack thereof and how much i want to be able to recall my dreams because im a prick who gives a shit about things like that and just want some sort of comfort in saying something that isnt so gum-on-shoe. and post a picture of my roomates' dog for no relevant reason.
i cant wait for the new El-P to come out.
i might post here more if i can just tell myself that even though i dont have much to talk about these days, its only because i dont make anything happen that i really feel so inclined to share. some nice things have happened though.
you really dont know how inconvenient your truth is.
i like you anyway.