Thankfully no nightmares since the last one about nazis and police trying to capture my dad and I. My dad didn't see the searchlight overhead as we tried to blend with a parade crowd in Chinatown. "You're under arrest!" I heard as I darted around the corner and under a van. I woke up with my heart POUNDING.
No new nightmares but I'm grumpy today so I thought maybe I should just start writing and see what comes out. Today I think i'll just exercise a little, try to eat healthier, and spend some time with my daydreams. It's been a week. And my hormones, as well as some major external factors, are probably not helping my mood.
Maybe my package will arrive today so I'll have something to smile about. I can play dress up and do a stupid photoshoot. Or plot my next hair experiment. Or make a list of things I want to do on my upcoming trip. I could also go outside like normal people, but I don't think I'm up to it quite yet. I'm still cocooning.
I need to plan my spring like I planned my winter, like i'm preparing for battle. I've never liked spring much because it feels awkward, like you're cumulatively low on vitamin d and your scalp is still fucked up from winter, and it's not warm enough to feel the air on your skin, and males get hormonal and harass anything that moves, and on top of that, allergies... Plus all that Aries energy. An ethics professor believed everyone goes crazy in April. I think everyone is nuts most of the year though, because humans.
Spring flowers are nice though.
Anyway, I'm sure I can make this day a little better, even if I live in a world where my titties are illegal but men's titties are free.
10:14 a.m. - 2019-03-29