Saturday, October 01, 2005

Oh, and not helping my mood any is the fact that the cats woke me up with their antics at around five in the morning and when I fell back asleep I had a long, drawn-out and detailed dream (nightmare) about me going public about my dad molesting me. On one hand, it was a positive thing because in my dreams I'm not taking any more crap; but still, it was wearying.

2 Comments:

At 7:17 PM, Blogger Balwearie said...

I can't believe how ecstatic I become these days when I get to sleep until 6:45am. Hopefully the trend will continue and until I can be sure that I'm definitely going to be able to sleep that long, Charlie kitten (see pics on blog) has to sleep in the bathroom.

Sometimes I wish they could have jobs or go off to school or something just so they'd understand why we need to sleep when we do.

 
At 10:39 PM, Blogger Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive) said...

In case you don't see my comment on your blog, oh my GAWD I LOVE your cats!!!! I love that pewter one; he looks just like the one I tried to rescue a few months ago but he bit and got away.

 

Post a Comment

<< Home

eXTReMe Tracker