Jan 16, 2009 19:55
I had a dream last night that my family murdered some people. As in all of them except me. And then I found out because I found bodies. I felt I had to turn them in, but when I attempted to do so, it was brought to my attention that the bodies were those of my family. Which... makes no sense. I woke up at 6:30 totally creeped out. By myself. Perhaps it was all my joking about reading the Bell Jar and thinking about how my family is all living at home together again minues me. And Law & Order.
It's hard to stay motivated to write when brain dead after a long day at work. It almost makes me wish for a stupid job being someone's secretary that doesn't involve my brain whatsoever. Almost. I wish that I belonged to a gym so that I could run this evening away. Sadly, gyms are expensive and my street is where people sometimes get stabbed. Plus, there's this rogue gang of daucshounds that scares the shit out of me. Only because if anyone in the world would go down in a fight with five tiny dogs, it would have to be me.
I want to try harder to be someone that people want to be around often, however I think that this endeavor requires somehow not actually wanting to be around anyone very often.