okay, wtf subconscious...

The dream: walking back and forth the length of Main Street in what my brain insisted was Northampton, singing Guster's "Two Points for Honesty" (now with super weird bridge section I'd never heard before), running into random people from the distant past that I no longer talk to on my way but not stopping to talk to them. All slow motion and hyper-saturated too, like a music video.

yeah... I've got nothing, other than my brain is weird.

I SHOULD try and sleep more. We'll see if that actually happens.

More dream weirdness

involving wandering around the inside of this place.

That's the Loews Kings Theatre, not too far away from the House. It's been closed and abandoned for longer than I've been alive, which is a crying shame. You can see that despite the extensive rot and water damage, it's still breathtakingly gorgeous. Here's what it looks like from the outside these days.

Ever have a disturbingly real feeling dream where you get the full 360 experience - touch, smell, sound, what have you? I have those on occasion and I always wake up both completely disoriented and sad (or annoyed - this is where the wake up and start the day already dreams fall usually). I had one of those last night. Thing was, even though it looked and felt real I knew it couldn't possibly have been, as I kept insisting to the other person in said dream that there was no way in hell they were actually there and that this was a dream. Despite that, it was still a massive let down to wake up and prove myself right.

I woke up sore from neck to ankles today. This getting old plus too heavy plus never-ending rain business is full of the fail.

Points

Finished Rome. Am currently experiencing serious end-of-series let down. I get it with books usually, but this is the first time in a while I've gotten it for a TV series. No more epic Vorenus/Pullo bromance, it seriously makes me want to sniffle.

It dawns on me that I've got a crapton to do in the next three days. And I don't feel like doing any of it. You know my heads in a viciously bad place when the thought of cancelling my trip to MA has wandered through my head more than once, and merely for the reason of "I just don't feel like it." Which makes me even more determined to get the hell out of here, in a way. This place is like my goddamn personal swamp of sorrows - if I sit still and not care for too long, it's just going to pull me under.

Time to watch Stewart/Colbert before I give in entirely to bathetic melodrama.