some things

thoughts running through my head en route to work this morning, sans headphones:

-I keep having dreams of those from the "back-then-of-things". In these dreams, the walls are always a dark red, there are misc. bones, dirt, debris scattered about, and there is always a chess game in progress, only its never my move. I always enter the room through a window, and the room is always perched on the lip of a mountain. The words and scenarios shift dream to dream, but all listed above remains a constant. The few people I've told have said it seemed evil, ominous, etc, but to me, it just feels warm. I'm not sure if that's a good thing or not.

- My focal points for the next month:

a) the film

b) my pets

c) the garden

d) cooking experiments

(I must keep the list short else I'll never finish anything.)

- I love that, unintentionally, I waited until I was bigger than a size 10 to make porn.

- More and more, the end of the story doesn't seem to matter.

-And (as evidenced above) I haven't lost my flare for the overtly dramatic.