It gets to Tuesday and feels like Friday.
Little annoyances are getting to me... a stubbed toe, someone not doing paperwork
at work, the stinkin weather, having to cook dinner. There is nothing to do
at home, everything is either work, too much effort, or a book I have already
read
three times.
I have been sleeping huge amounts, and not gaining anything from it. I'm tired
all the time.Conversation just doesn't interest me. I can't find the right
song for my mood, because I get shitty and turn everything off after the first
few bars.
I went for a walk the other night. That usually puts off my angst, but this
didn't. I wasn't even treading old ground, I had never been this way before,
but I still knew where I was headed. Sigh.
I'm dreaming a fair bit as well, I suppose it is because I am sleeping more.
I usually dream very rarely, and when I do I know I am trying to tell myself
something. My recent dreams have had a very different quality to my normal
dreams, more surrealist than abstract. There is a distinct Odilon Redon flavour.
I would put in a link to some pics of his work, but I can't be stuffed.
Isaac pissed off to Byron, and I think I'm withdrawing as a result of that.
Or maybe I'm just trying to find excuses. It's like I'm trying to solve a problem,
work out an issue, but I just don't know what it could be. I'm pretty much
sorted. Apart from the girl front, but at least I am no longer pining over
what will not accept me. A squeeze would be nice, but I don't think that'll
fix anything.
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