pyratwilly

had a strange fucking dream... ever see 'Nothing But Trouble'? Not a very good flick in my book, but when I was a little kid it scared the holy jesus fuck all outta me. Had a dream that I was running from the sadistic Dan Aykroyd character...I think he's called J.P. or something like that. Running scared but no fear. Really wish I had good dreams evey once in a while, but mine are invariably horrific nightmares, or just really strange and surreal that usually culminates in some kind of anxiety. Damn neuroses.

Anyway, thanks to the discovery of this site, I haven't slept at all today, which is going to make work very interesting tonight. We did end up getting the assload of snow that the forecasters were predicting, and it's still coming down. Nothing I hate more than weather fucking up the work schedule (if school's delayed, I have to work a 14 hour day instead of the normal 11).

My mind, much like the worn old workboots, is tired once again. Needs to be taken off and put down, if only for an hour or so; so that I can strap it on again, tie the laces a little tighter each time, laces get tighter, leather gets worn thinner and thinner... eventually the leather is thinner than canvas, but still carries the psychosomatic comfort of it being roughhewn hide at one time... protective and tough in my mind, though it offers as much real protection as rice paper. As long as I think it's ok...I'll be ok.

oh- before I forget- rickroyal- I have posted, unfortunately mephausto got his plug in while I was asleep and hadn't even started on this badboy yet. That asshole.

Time to begin thinking about showering, finding food, digging my wheels out of the now near a foot of snow- and getting some smoke before heading to work.