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You just wouldn't believe the dreams I had last night. I'm getting sick, having trouble breathing and I'm sure that plays a huge part in it. But any dream that involves dogs gentically modified to have big creepy owl eyes, a resort/castle/hotel with a scary annual convention of vampires, sadistic goth millionaires, dead teenage boys, a bar serving fancy ice creams in martini glasses, my friend Fallon being forcibly married off to a psycho Anglican vicar and more blood and death than you can shake a stick at - that sort of dream means I really need to take the drugs before I got to bed. Seriously weird and stressful and violent as all get out. (Though surely it would make a delightful music video or something.)

If I didn't feel so guilty about calling in sick on a Saturday, I would probably stay home. My chest aches. I really wish I would not get sick on weekends when Melynda is here.

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Restless, scattered and bored. I wish I could concentrate enough to write, because that might actually be useful. Alas. Instead I'm just staring at the menu for NXNW and trying to figure out what I'm going to have for dinner. I'll probably just end up eating a burger like I always do.

writing

So it occurs to me that maybe some of the edge would come off if I got back int he habit of writing. I can't promise myself I'll be any more faithful to that than I am to yoga and video games, but we'll see. Anyhow. I've had a filter for some time that I've used for writing, both things of an original bent and fanfic. If you're not already there and want to be, comment and let me know. Conversely, if you can't stand it and want me to take you off I will.