  Oh, life. Its busy and boring and unexciting. Spend the morning in the bookshop, unpacking orders, re-organizing shelves, running errands. And keeping an eye on the cash register, too, as StealingEmployee worked today. And she need money on Saturdays. Need food. And a good nights sleep. And a kiss and a cuddle from the toyboy, too. At least I can provide myself with the first.
My sleeping really sucks at the moment. Dont know whether its simply the small bed and the screaming cat, or what else. I hate waking up early in the morning - I keep fearing that its the starting sign of yet another bout of being in the fangs of depression at its finest. When I have been sleeping, the dreams my subconcious has been making up have been terrible, too. Dreamt about being in a choir with Kitto, following a cult, with Thorsten being a member, too, and him being psychotic and delusional.
Dreamt about a friend of mine, Tim, being dead. All rather dark and not nice. - And a lot more surreal than my dreams usually are. Anyway. Time to get my bum out of the shop, I reckon, time to get home, cook a nice meal and start watching a mindless little movie yet to be collected from the video store. If Ev was here, or I was where he is, Id know a thousand better ways to spend this weekend. 
