Lately I've been having incredibly vivid dreams where it almost seems like I may in fact be sleep walking. I really have no way of finding out about this, and it makes me feel odd not being able to know what I do in my non-waking hours.
Afterthought: maybe I'm possessed.
Fuck, I hate memories.
I was just sitting here, working on my book, and I had a memory of last time we were at Fantasy Island and our parents left us to go eat in a restaurant while we went swimming.
I am so surprised we were never abducted. We were left alone all the time when we were kids. Or left with people they barely knew.
get the kids and bring a sweater
dry is good and wind is better
count the years you always knew it
strike a match
go on and do it
Well, got my first complete copy of my book printed off. Next thing to do is go buy coil bindings. It's not as thick as I thought it'd be, which is good. Took a few tries to figure out the finickiness of the printer and some of the formatting (thanks Bill). Should be a breeze from here on out, then I'll get to mailing them out.
I think I need to get off or something. I feel like crap. But I'm in one of those moods where getting off might only make me feel worse... :/
If I go upstairs to read, I'll only fall asleep/
Being me sucks.