I guess the Lord made me hard to handle, So lovin' me might be a long shot gamble, So before you go and turn me on, Be sure that you can turn me loose, 'Cause I still got a lot of leavin' left to do...
that's 96 hours and 38 minutes
I'm not sure how I am feeling about it right now. I'm mostly trying to get things taken care of, put away and packed up. I'm making my lists of things to buy and it keeps getting bigger and bigger. It makes me worry about the 70 lb limit. I'm hoping to pack light, but more and more things keep getting put into the suitcase. Mementos from home, a rather large pair of cowboy boots, gifts for new Portuguese friends (or maybe to help make new friends....), things for my friends I'm visiting, a good handful full of dresses, and stuff to last three months (at this rate it seems like i'll make it through a nuclear fall out).
I've been having this reoccurring dream. It started when I was still at school, before my Organic final and i've had it every night since. It involves me getting tackled/pushed through a series of five walls by someone obviously bigger than me. Then he says, I've found you...now we have to pay for the electricity. A little weird yes, but I always wake in a cold sweat. I've been known to have vivid dreams that tend to come true (deja vu if you will) so I'm a little nervous about this one coming true. I don't think i'll live through five walls...
Anyway last night there was a little twist. Instead of waking up initially i had a discussion, in my dream, about this dream reoccurring multiple times. The conversation didn't get very far. I just got pushed through another wall.
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