Image via WikipediaIt's been a week. I've been out. I've breathed. I've sniffed. I've hugged. I've sucked salt. And I didn't... well, I didn't think of you once.
Not because I don't need you, Blogger Dashboard. I knew you'd be here waiting. Why? Because you don't have a choice. I control you after all. Ostensibly. In any case, you know I love you deeply.
Get this. I had a productive dream. Yes, it involved the Mac guy from the Mac/IBM ridiculous stupid pointless intellectually insulting battle commercials. And no, I have no idea why. Dreams are just effed up sometimes. BUT I did get some good stuff out of it. For once. Quite unlike those dreams filled with horrible, nasty images that couldn't possibly be written about. By me. I had a dream with promise. After one of the worst nights in recent memory.
WHICH leads me to think that I'm right. It's not possible to be happy and healthy and normal and creative.
In any case, just know that I wasn't thinking about you.
Goodnight.
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I wish I could remember my dreams. I'm always coming up with helpful scientific formulae, cures for diseases, solutions for World Peace and stuff in my dreams. Ones that actually work!!
ReplyDeleteI wish I could remember my dreams. I'm always coming up with helpful scientific formulae, cures for diseases, solutions for World Peace and stuff in my dreams. Ones that actually work!!
ReplyDeleteI've heard your lyrics, so I can believe that. Do you ever wake up to find teeth marks all over your magazines?
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