I dreamt I was in a nursing home (or hopefully a huge one story hospital). I went outside for air, and it was cold and snowy. I got locked out and had to walk around to another entrance. There were Christmas decorations everywhere, and, bizarrely enough, Christmas presents in the snow like Easter eggs. I grabbed what I could carry, but all the doors I came to were locked. One door had nurses that saw me outside, but they were laughing too hard to let me in.
Figure THAT one out, kids.
Figure THAT one out, kids.
...just our society descending into a never ending hall of mirrors...
I think I had narcissism burnout last night. It was 2:15am, the dog had yapped me awake. I realized that all the podcasts and blogs and facebooks and internets and twitters are just our society descending into a never ending hall of mirrors.
I was depressed.
I am sick of writing my own history.
But I can't stop.
I need Brain Calgon for my book writing!
I was depressed.
I am sick of writing my own history.
But I can't stop.
I need Brain Calgon for my book writing!
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