Weird dream, I was in a log cabin and there were zombies and mummies trying to get in. I was trying to get a piece of wood to light on the old gas range, so I could defend myself from them. But the gas pleasure was too low and they all started coming in. But it turned out they had come for a party and the screening of a documentary on the changing fashions in funerals.
I worry that this stuff may one day start filtering into my waking hours.
I'm looking forward to the day when I can return to this post and think to myself "I'm glad that's all finished". Maybe that…
I have difficulty allowing others to work on my house. I find it very stressful getting tradespeople in. The usual conversation when discussing the…
This has always been a problem for me. Back in 2002 when I started this LJ thing, I was having problems with insomnia. I was just checking some old…