  The reason why the dreams i posted on Wednesday were merely disturbing has to do with a number of different factors. The pace of the dreams lacked intensity; i wasn't being hunted down, there was no sense of urgency, and there was a huge distancing between myself and the self i dreamed, know what i mean? I've been doing this thing since i was a kid - I know, almost always, when i'm dreaming. I knew then, as well, but i couldn't wake up, or take control of what was happening. A dream is typically scary if it wakes me up. It's also pretty terrible when i don't know it's a dream.
Oh, sweet song of silence! The 24hrPartyPeople left with surprisingly little noise. Didn't even realise they were gone, but the dead ringer was no ass music for two days. Homicidal urges are now within norms. Now awaiting new neighbours for me to bitch about and poop on. Eeeshh.
I really hope I'm not one of those people. It's just that i like quiet, right? It's not that i have this down-deep need to hate everyone that moves within close proximity of me, right? I'm nice! Aren't I? Got a better dealio with the job.
Steady work. There's what they call an 'ongoing project' that going to last a couple of years. The project pays well, about 80$ a day if i keep my noodle on straight. Come ooooooonnnn noodle, I know you can focus! I flaked on my last appointment with Bassiedoc. I came by it honestly - i slept in, but instead of just hurrying my bum down the road, I thought: "I hate therapy.
I don't want any more pills. As a matter of fact, I'm going to have to say 'fuck pills, doctors and therapists. Fuck them right in the ear. ' " And with that statement over i turned and slept some more. Today is day three of pillessness. I feel just as bad as i did before, sleeping just as crappily, and i feel okie doke upstairs.
We'll see how it goes. It might be an indignant response to bassiedoc saying that although I'm cured, I have to stay on the pills. As for the pills i take for the other disorder, they might as well be made of sugar. So, I'm seeing. Chances are i'll be a weepy little pain ball by the end of the week, and have to go shuffling back. But, I have to, you know, check.
And that's it. More topics please. (Except for you, Duck. You're fired. ) 
