I had a dream this morning. I dreamed that I was in a movie. Not acting in a movie, but just in a movie. Probably a very boring movie, as nothing that I remember resembled a plot. I was like Truman, but I knew I was being filmed. I was on a bus. Standing. I was not sure where I was. Then things became more familiar. I started shouting, "Honey it's Glasgow! It's Glasgow, I'm back! Driver, Let me off here!" Much to my dismay, we drove through Glasgow, but the driver wouldn't stop to let me out. Weird.
Or, Perhaps you could take John's dream about kangaroos at the zoo pissing in circles on children. Then the child returning fire.
There isn't a cloud in the sky, and it's at least 70 degrees here. It's absolutely beautiful out, but all I want to do is be inside. I don't know why it's a weird day. It just feels weird. I feel weird. Do you ever feel weird, and not know why you don't want to do anything? I'm not depressed, I'm not down. I'm not exhausted. I'm not hungry. I'm just *here*. And being *just here* feels weird. I will probably still do the laundry, but I do not have any desire to go up to the storage unit. So, I talked John into staying here with me today. I just want to be home.
I hate it when I'm clingy.
I have finally found the person with my bank in which to file a complaint. Four days for processing. I have so had it with them.
I might bake. Yeah. I think I'll go bake something.
Posted by hawkie at October 19, 2003 02:39 PMThis is my first time here and was wondering how often posts are made?
Posted by Tiffany at August 8, 2004 07:55 PM