i was going to go for a morning ramble but decided to do laundry and eat an actual breakfast instead. now i get to see some of what goes on when i'm usually gone

yesterday night i had dreams all night of trying to shelve cartons of eggs like books and trying to build totem poles made of fruit and every time i would fail at one of these tasks, i would wake up like i was being shocked with a cattle prod

yesterday the hangover from the dreaming i was being woken up by nightmares-trauma was so severe that i struggled to differentiate between types of onions at the market like an echo of my dreams, and in retrospect, i probably should not have driven to the onion market at all

i was definitely not good company. also, i ate a sandwich that would have been unsatisfactory even if i had not been in an impaired state

the evening of the yesterday night before, i was talking to a nice person who i was mostly sure was real, but may have actually been a sugarperson in disguise. ultimately, they announced the most problematic opinions about jim jarmusch films so it didn't really matter that i am not a sugarperson person. they have me reconsidering my opinions about specific sonic youth albums so it was still a fun conversation

this was of course the evening after the evening following the morning where i found a previously undiscovered love note that my exgirlfriend had secreted into the back of one of my notebooks

i feel much better today

i have an intrusive craving for throwing an annular-eclipse-lunar-new-year-fat-tuesday bonfire party to celebrate the convergence, but i'm hoping it will pass