Dream's over now. Situation normal.

The dream isn't over yet.

Today, I am. Bitches.

One day I will spontaneously take the train from London to Prague.

One day I will relax on the deck of my home in the woods.

One day I'll show my parents their grandchild.

One day I'll no longer feel alone.

One day I'll be successful.

One day I'll write a...

One day I'll be a...

One day I'll...

One day...

...

Tried posting this to Facebook, but apparently there isn't an option to post more than a blurb. Rather disturbing when you think about it, really. Anyway, here's something I invented while working the phones, where being 'surly' or 'unrested' wasn't an option ( Read more... )

The world is what you make of it.

Reminder for later: "What is the world pointing to?"

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A, A, A, A+, B+.

Still here, still alive. Things are going well. Sick as a dog though, with the flu.