So, yeah. Why am I here? Because I tried to go to bed early and then I woke up from a nightmare that sent me sprinting across the room to turn a light on (I'm beginning to think I'm just legitimately afraid of the dark) and then my lamp just MOVED all by itself, which freaked me out, and now I can't sleep ( Read more... )

Predictably, it was mostly about him. The search, the disappointment, the usual despair, and then...he was there. He told me this ridiculous story about how he cloned himself and his doppelganger was the one who died, but that wasn't important. He was there, and he was happy, almost amused at how upset and worked up I was about it all. I asked him ( Read more... )

I have discovered that my new favorite thing is the judicious placement of chaise lounges (or other upholstered objects of comfort) in bathrooms. How curious that I should find myself in need of a quick nap halfway between using the facilities and washing my hands! And what wondrous joy upon discovering that kismet had placed a luxurious semi-couch ( Read more... )

She's still alive.

A life.

Sure.

Today these two gutter-punk arts and crafts guys came into Dbrew, and I started talking to them because they seemed interesting. Turns out these guys are hitchhiking down the east-coast, while designing a clothing line and writing a book together. And they seemed so...happy. They had no money, they were dirty and sketchy looking and everything... ( Read more... )

I really don't know when to stop. I just back myself into corners, again and again.

I dreamed of him last night for the third time. He was back, and he was so nice. He apologized for having to leave, and asked me if I wanted to go for a drive with him (he wanted me to drive of course). He told me it was okay that I wasn't as good of a person as he wanted me to be, told me it wasn't my fault, and just made me feel guiltier ( Read more... )

My dreamlife is oozing sludge-like into my waking existence. And I'm starting to have prophetic dreams again. Of course, this only happens when I actually sleep, which is becomign less and less frequent.

I have a kitty lap. And a lap kitty! The two go hand in hand.

False cheer goes miles towards self-alienation and train-wreckage. I am becoming a

Second dream, worst than the first. Panic attacks upon waking. I've probably said this before, but I'm genuinely worried about my mental health.

I'm breaking up. Losing my edge.

And this damn headache won't go away.

Castor and Pollux were the only stars left in the sky.