winter is here. and along with it, so are my seasonal mood swings. ugh. so for the next six months or so I will be largely lethargic, mildly depressed, unmotivated and lose interest in anything I enjoy...
I really need to get out of this fucking country. jada could potentially be able to move to Nashville for her job and, from what she's told me after past trips, I'd probably like it better there than anywhere in Canada... the weather sounds just about perfect for me...
I guess I should invest in one of those fake-sunlight lamps this year, see if that helps. someone even said I should go to a tanning booth, for that reason. hmm.
I had this crazy dream last night. basically there was this dude who was being put to death via electric chair... just some anonymous guy, and I don't even remember why... but anyway, for some reason this was happening at my parents' house, the one I grew up in. there was this giant antenna-like thing portruding from the middle of their roof that attatched to local power lines outside and was strapped to the back of the electric chair in their basement. anyway, my parents and sister and I are just sitting in their kitchen waiting for this execution to happen, watching it on the news and shit cos for some reason we couldn't actually go in the basement (the guy being executed was down there by himself, strapped in the chair). then this thing comes on the news about all the angry protesters trying to stop the execution and it shows a shot of my parents' backyard full of people packed in there like sardines, banging on the door and shit. so we look out the back door and see them, but for some reason we aren't the least bit concerned by it and they can't get in. then we check the front door, and the street and front yard are empty. then we look out one of the side kitchen windows, and there's this woman in her mid-late 30s with glasses taking a hacksaw to my parents' old TV antenna (from before they had cable). she thinks it's the same one that's feeding the electric chair, but it isn't. anyway, the TV antenna crashes down but miraculously misses the neighbors house and the woman runs away. next thing I know I'm running out the front door screaming "you fucking bitch! fuck you!" etc. and throwing molotov cocktails at her. then suddenly my dad is standing there with a hand on my shoulder, calm as can be saying "it's ok, don't worry about her, just come back inside" (without getting into detail, if you knew my dad you'd know how out of character this is). next thing we're back in the kitchen and a "countdown" to the execution begins on the TV. we all (parents, sister and I) look at each other, my mom and sister start singing "que sera sera," my dad just stands there with this solemn-but-earnest look on his face with his arms folded and I start to cry. then I feel this giant surge of electricity and I wake up...
I don't remember my dreams often, but when I do they're doozies...
I really need to get out of this fucking country. jada could potentially be able to move to Nashville for her job and, from what she's told me after past trips, I'd probably like it better there than anywhere in Canada... the weather sounds just about perfect for me...
I guess I should invest in one of those fake-sunlight lamps this year, see if that helps. someone even said I should go to a tanning booth, for that reason. hmm.
I had this crazy dream last night. basically there was this dude who was being put to death via electric chair... just some anonymous guy, and I don't even remember why... but anyway, for some reason this was happening at my parents' house, the one I grew up in. there was this giant antenna-like thing portruding from the middle of their roof that attatched to local power lines outside and was strapped to the back of the electric chair in their basement. anyway, my parents and sister and I are just sitting in their kitchen waiting for this execution to happen, watching it on the news and shit cos for some reason we couldn't actually go in the basement (the guy being executed was down there by himself, strapped in the chair). then this thing comes on the news about all the angry protesters trying to stop the execution and it shows a shot of my parents' backyard full of people packed in there like sardines, banging on the door and shit. so we look out the back door and see them, but for some reason we aren't the least bit concerned by it and they can't get in. then we check the front door, and the street and front yard are empty. then we look out one of the side kitchen windows, and there's this woman in her mid-late 30s with glasses taking a hacksaw to my parents' old TV antenna (from before they had cable). she thinks it's the same one that's feeding the electric chair, but it isn't. anyway, the TV antenna crashes down but miraculously misses the neighbors house and the woman runs away. next thing I know I'm running out the front door screaming "you fucking bitch! fuck you!" etc. and throwing molotov cocktails at her. then suddenly my dad is standing there with a hand on my shoulder, calm as can be saying "it's ok, don't worry about her, just come back inside" (without getting into detail, if you knew my dad you'd know how out of character this is). next thing we're back in the kitchen and a "countdown" to the execution begins on the TV. we all (parents, sister and I) look at each other, my mom and sister start singing "que sera sera," my dad just stands there with this solemn-but-earnest look on his face with his arms folded and I start to cry. then I feel this giant surge of electricity and I wake up...
I don't remember my dreams often, but when I do they're doozies...