2005-10-28
Death under tables
So while I now have the facilities to write whilest swaddled in bed, I am (against my better judgement) sitting awake bright and early in the computer lab of the library.
More disturbing dreams last night. I am always someone else, they/I die violently, then I am not them, and I am just watching the aftermath. It's only frightening when I'm dying, the aftermath is calm and quiet. Why death? Honestly, it's so bizzare. I'm almost afraid to talk to anyone about them for fear of what they will say.
There is a 5 hour long horror movie marathon being held at the university tonight. Nosferatu, The Shining and The Exorcist. These movies will undoubtedly help me stop having bad dreams.
In other news, my new "plan" is well underway and my scale is being loved. I know this can't be the best thing in the world but it makes one question the greater good.
In my persuit to get organized, I have taken refuge under a table. I am considering obtaining an organizational mechanisim, such as a filing box.
I almost wish I could hide from my life.
suzza at 10:22 a.m.