Shit, I still need to think of a new title for the dream feature once heptapod.org reaches 1000 dreams.
Any help is welcome but unexpected since no one ever emails me regarding this site.
So on Monday night I went into the kitchen and decided to organize the stuff in the sink. Yeah some of the stuff was an example of the miracle of life and I rinsed some stuff off and stacked stuff in the sink.
Ten minutes later I was looking at a dirty yet organized sink and I figured that doing the dishes ain't going to be as arduous as I had imagined over the past month.
Still I reckon I'll get around to doing them on Tuesday.
Oh wait, I have training the skill of strength with Cassius and Jaybird.
There's always Wednesday.
Hrm, I was expecting to drive up to raddidge's on Wednesday night for Thanksgiving.
At least there's Friday, cxu ne?
Fortunately they weren't at home. In fact I was working from home.
Okay I was supposed to be working but I had fallen into my old habits and decided to hide in my darkened bedroom with the venetian blinds drawn closed at the windows. Yeah I knew no one was home but me but still it was safest to hide in there.
The bedroom was an amalgamation of how the room looked when we first moved into the house back in 1983 with the cracked tile floors, 1950's sea green walls and bare lightbulb along with the way I remember my room being with a red rug, black wallpaper and a gray ceiling stained with Lysol and now how it has a new carpet, painted baby blue with faggoty thin curtains.
My drawing table was on the north side of my room in the corner rather than the south side near the closets. The bed was made up of a humble box spring and a sagging mattress and the floor had cracked tiles exposing the black tarry substance that once held the tiles in place. I was kneeling against the wall under my drawing table when the door opened. It was locked and barricaded with laundry and other miscellanea but the door opened as if it was unlocked nad unblocked.
In walks this girl from work. She's too old to be goth and from what I've gathered she's already pumped out two kids. What the fuck? Anyway she came in and said my shift was over and it was her shift. When I climbed out from under the desk I saw there was a computer running the loan processing database frontend and I could hear the usual office noises from work.
My room was no longer my room and yet I couldn't stay in there but I didn't want to go outside and face the office. Out of the frying pan and into the fire.
