recoveringmale

I fucking hate nightmares. Ugh.
I don't know why I'm dreaming more of her now... it's been almost a week and you'd think the worst lot would have been in the first few days. Maybe housesitting has something to do with it, not being in my own room and all.

Tomorrow I start my new job. Finally. With so much free time, I've found myself doing less than ever, wasting it on the computer instead of writing or reading - or just simply doodling - to help keep me from getting too down about it. But now there will again be structure; again I'll be on a schedule. I cannot wait.

But I miss that girl.

So here I go. My last day before I go back to work. I think I'll walk back to my house, water my plants, take care of a few errands, and then sit out on the porch, drink some coffee, and read my book. Maybe I'll even write something. Maybe I'll draw a picture.

There are cracks appearing in the roof.

Amen.

Listen: The Dresden Dolls - Delilah