Productive weekend?
So, the thesis is coming along, I've coauthored an article with one of the esteemed professors at the University On The Hill to present at the three Cs. I also downloaded a shitload of music and organized groups, and with IPod blasting, I walked a good three miles.
It's rainy, cold, and the air is allergen filled and I want to go back to bed but the silence chapter is coming along so beautifully. Oh crap, why not a nap.
By the way, last night I ate toast and dip and became very ill and went to bed and dramed that I was a kissing whore. What the fuck.
It's rainy, cold, and the air is allergen filled and I want to go back to bed but the silence chapter is coming along so beautifully. Oh crap, why not a nap.
By the way, last night I ate toast and dip and became very ill and went to bed and dramed that I was a kissing whore. What the fuck.
posted by zelda1 | 7:23 AM
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One night I dreamed of a princess masturbating in a castle during a war.
See, now, I just dream about driving the kid to playdates. This ain't right.
I love dreams because in the middle of the dream, I will think, this is a fucking dream and either I will allow my self a deep sleep of more dream, or I will wake up and try to stage the dream that I want, like, the lights go down, the curtain up, and out I step.
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