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I as too tired to write last night, thinking about the highway shutdowns, the chocolate pie I was working on, the old sci-fi novels I want to read, all the money I've spent on absurd things in six months... I'm so tired after work.
Yesterday was beautiful, the perfect day. And I was stuck inside except for those precious cigarette breaks.
I had strange, strange dreams. Very unsettling. I dreamed of Lucius, young and reckless in trousers and button down shirts. It was a dark world, like the setting of MXO. Rain and stone and things that appeared whole even in their ruin. My dreams have been darker and more vivid than usual.
Yesterday was beautiful, the perfect day. And I was stuck inside except for those precious cigarette breaks.
I had strange, strange dreams. Very unsettling. I dreamed of Lucius, young and reckless in trousers and button down shirts. It was a dark world, like the setting of MXO. Rain and stone and things that appeared whole even in their ruin. My dreams have been darker and more vivid than usual.