I've been woken prematurely this morning by something resembling a very prophetic dream. Now my stomach is full of knots and I'm sad and angry and confused, and...
I'll go make a cup of tea. That will help me feel better.
-- Oh great, maybe the dog puking next to my bedroom door had something to do with my waking.
I'm heading back to Chicago today. I was supposed to drive back yesterday but I was feeling apathetic and decided to spend one more day here. Being home has definitely been a long needed vacation. I guess now it's time to head back to the real world... searching for a decent job with decent hours, and locking myself in my apartment for days on end to try to create "art", cook up edible experiments, and make some progress learning guitar. Though I'm going to try not to submit to my urge to be a hermit for the winter.
and... all of my thoughts feel belligerent, so maybe I'll just go
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