Recently, I’ve been dreaming about blogging.
Is this a sign? Is it guilt invading my subconscious thought?
Sunday, I did a whole big bunch of nothing. Which was great, but after a while, it put me in a really bad mood. I think it’s because I’m not writing enough. I’m too lazy and I like lying on the sofa watching TV. I need to make more time for writing, because it’s always worth it when I do. So this morning, I am writing (and blogging!) before work and I am going to write during lunch too (if I write before I go home, I can’t get distracted by making tea and doing the washing and repeats of Project Runway on Sky 3 etc).
Last night I also dreamt that Patricia Arquette gave me a bikini wax and then we went to meet my secondary school form tutor (Mrs Fay).
I don’t know what that means.
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Aren't dreams strange things? Last night I dreamed that I found out I was about to get a baby sister. And I'm in my mid-thirties! Don't tell my Mum about the dream. I think it might freak her out...
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