So, I'm chilly and in need of just curling up with a good book in a fluffy blanket and maybe something delicious, like alfredo and wine... or just a nice bottle of whiskey. Oh, hell, a cheep bottle of whiskey would do just as well. Winter brings out the manic depressive drunk in me... unless there's snow.
I've been slowly chipping away at writing this book, and it's about to take a turn. More action coming soon! Yeah!
Last night's bottle emptying was good. I went to bed peacefully and had weird dreams... mostly anxiety dreams. At least it's not the sex dreams. I always hate those. See, in my sex dreams, I keep getting really close to having sex, and then something gets in the way of it actually happening. Like one dream, years ago, I was about to have sex with this really hot chick I worked with. I had talked her into it, and she agreed, but I couldn't find a condom anywhere. She wouldn't have sex without it, and I had no idea where one was. When I finally found one, she changed her mind.
That's not the first time I had that dream... and it happened in real life to me twice. Once I was trying to break it off with this one chick and I was in bed with another, and I over thought what I was doing until she said we shouldn't. The other time, she was okay with it until i said something that made her mad and she stopped me. Eh... fucking dreams come true... not always so good.
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