Since I did so decide to sleep the day away, I dreamed, in deep detail, of a gathering of people in a dark room, the walls toned in fancifully decorated wood. I interacted with people whose faces I didn't recognize, but whose names I knew...names I can no longer recall, now amongst the lively ( Read more... )

So...I've become a prisoner in my own home...in an almost literal sense...You know that episode of Bones, where the mom kills the son, and hides his severed head underneath the birdbath in the middle of the yard...all because he tried to move away and live his own life ( Read more... )