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Hello, readers!
Sunday. Around 12. I’m looking at a messy room that I will start to clean up at any moment (or so I thought). Right after writing this small piece of information.
Been having fun this weekend. Haven’t slept much but still feel fine. Haven’t gotten much work done but still feel fine.
Yesterday, after a fun late night and early morning I did get some things done. Went out driving my mother to the church for the usual lighting of a candle at my father’s grave. Then drove her to the market for the usual grocery shopping.
Later on had a fabulous dinner. A pre-cooked meal I heated in the microwave. At least I didn’t eat it in front of the TV, since I hardly ever watch TV.
As the evening progressed I started to feel sleepy, so around midnight I took a little nap lasting about four and a half hours. Woke up just in time to join the fun at a certain chatroom at a certain site.
Which brings me back to the start of this post. I’ve been trying to finish this all day while thinking of other things, while knowing I should be doing other things, while feeling guilty for wasting time dreaming of You when I have so much I really need to get done. Well – I’m only human and failing is one of my talents so of course I kept on dreaming and never got around to the other stuff, the important stuff. At least that stuff counts as important in some circles but daydreaming is pretty important to me. Even if it hardly ever pays any bills to dream it is kind of nice. Most of the time even more than nice. Sometimes it can be a bit of a pain because somewhere there’s a voice in my mind telling me “you know this is only a dream, don’t you?” and I reply, “yes, I do know that but what else can I do?” There’s usually no answer to that so my dreaming continues undisturbed by reality checks. Then after a while I’ll listen to some Roy Orbison songs back to back. And end it all with Bruce Hornsby – Till The Dreaming’s Done.
Looks like that’s all, folks !
SwedishMoon 