What in the hell? / Falling apart
I'm just sitting here minding my own business and then I think about the dream I just had (in my dream, a ghost told me it was going to kill me and I couldn't move or speak but I managed to get out two words, fuck and you. Ha-Ha. Yeah that sounds like me.) anyway, I think about my dream and every thing comes flying of the wall, a painting, a spice rack that held perfume bottles (none broke, thankfully). The only thing that stayed on the wall was my MC calendar everything else suddenly came off the wall, the picture hanger is in place and it's not loose or anything. I mean the stuff didn't just fall, it came away from the wall.
Now something just ran under the desk, all I saw was a tail so it is either a rat (we don't get the cute little mice, we get rats. Ha-Ha) or it's a big lizard. Yet again I'm under siege.
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My little rant yesterday happened because, I'm having some memories and I'm a complete basket case right now. I've been eating, crying, listening to music, crying, eating, using the jump rope. I'm all ready dealing with so much stuff, now is not the time for my repressed memories to surface. Can't handle it right now. I feel worse than I did yesterday, but I'm more calm today. I don't know what to do with myself.
Maybe I'll go watch Pitch Black, Riddick always makes my boo-boos better. Ha-Ha!
Anyway. I have to get away from this desk, the last thing I need is a heart attack and if that thing runs over my foot, that's exactly what's going to happen.
