h'okai, so i'm seven kinds of dead. Yippie!


stuff plastic people exhibition (Body worlds 2) at science centre was awesome. Both for the neatness of the exhibit itself and the company Mitzi who is much fun and many kinds of cute.

I've almost destroyed this sickness that has been keeping me company for the past week or more, can't really remember, time and me having only an ocasional relationship.

Busy busy times past and coming, too much time spent getting gasoline tank of car fixed. But that's what happens when the garage is running on jamacian time, they're a relaxed people. I was there for 6 hours......during the DAY, oh how I hate thee daylight.

Still more works to be done on the car, switching of vehicles with mom so she can take it to cousins to get worked on. All my well saved monies running away(FUCK)

Won't get an actual "weekend" of relaxing/nontraveling for a month

My dreams have been taking me places. All started with an incredibly disturbing and now only half remembered dream of a struggle to my own death only to awake from the influence of some sorcerous spell designed to deluge me with images and emotions of said struggle. Those surrounding me knowing what had passed and knowing I would not remember a moment of it. Then I woke up confused as fuck

Now I'm traveling in my dreams, traveling everywhere but I never remember where or why. I wake up feeling all the wear and tear on my various meats: leg, brain, torso, soul.

Wherever I'm being taken, I hope I get there soon.