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  • Hanging On

    I am exhausted and finding it difficult to complete all my stated daily goals. Once this post is published, I’ll just have Manhunt left on my list. But I’m partly too excited (Key West tomorrow!) and finding it too hard to stay awake. I haven’t even packed, but it’s just a three day trip, nothing major. I don’t go crazy like some people with five different outfits per day.

    The only thing I really feel compelled to write about are the dreams I had Tuesday night. I didn’t mention them here on my blog, but I sent my friends on discord a brief summary right when I woke up. The weirdest one involved my dead aunt.

    She was alive in my dream, and someone shot her in the head. I don’t remember seeing it, but I was right there when it was taking place in the dream. I don’t remember seeing my aunt really, not at all, not once in the dream. What I remember seeing is a book.

    So my dead aunt/book in my dream, who was shot in the head, is lying on the ground. She’s a book, mind you, but there’s blood. Then my grandmother is there (who is also dead and died shortly after my aunt did in real life), and she’s wailing uncontrollably. I get the distinct feeling I’m glad my aunt is dead, but I know I didn’t kill her.

    My uncle (aunt’s brother, my grandmother’s son) shows up and I make the decision to move “the body” because an ambulance hasn’t come. All of a sudden, there’s another book. This time, it’s a family Bible, and for whatever reason, I want to place my dead aunt/book on the family Bible. It’s almost as though it’s a coffin for her.

    My uncle looks on uncomfortably. The bloody carcass of the book/my aunt is wet, and the family Bible’s pages are very thin and crinkly. The blood soaks it almost instantly. I get the feeling my uncle wants me to put her back. He says no, but I know he would have rather me just not move her in the first place.

    I wake up.

  • Short and Sweet

    I’m too exhausted to make a lengthy post (mind you, I normally write 4 paragraphs anyway 😅), but I have been sticking to the plan. Work out done. Posting in progress. Tarot before bed. And, of course, reading Manhunt.

    In less than 48 hours I’ll finally be in Key West for a long weekend vacation. I don’t want to get my hopes up, but even if I don’t personally hook up, as long as I get messy or see some messy stuff, I’ll be satisfied. Who am I kidding? Just being out of Miami will be worth it.

    Just one day of work between me and sweet, sweet vacation. Lort, give me the strength!

  • Counting Down

    I’ve got a trip to Key West this weekend and I can’t fucking wait! Friday to Monday: booze and sun. I’ll be going with two of my close friends and we’re staying at New Orleans House on Duval Street. It’s an all-male, clothing optional, gay resort. Needless to say, I expect some debauchery this Easter weekend.

    I will most definitely not be working out. I haven’t missed a day yet, and to minimize the number of skipped days, I’m going to do a morning workout Friday and attempt to work out Monday evening after getting back. I don’t see Monday happening, but I’m putting it out into the universe!

    I’m hoping to finish reading Manhunt while poolside. I’ve gotten through a little over 100 pages (1/3 of the book) and I don’t want it to end. However, I have a backlog of novels on my nightstand I want to read, and my next one, A Little Life, is a tome. I wish work gave us 30 minutes of sustained silent reading like they did in high school. All I want is to read more books!

    The Trump thing happened. Finalnd joined NATO. Brazil, China and Saudi Arabia have effectively ended the petro dollar… the beginning of the end of the US Dollar as the world’s reserve currency, and with it, all the perks of being the world’s reserve currency… these are interesting times we are living in.