Sunday Blog 16
I slept mostly all day today. I didn’t have coffee because I didn’t feel like making it. I would have had to clean the French press as my mother didn’t do it last night. I just wasn’t up to it because the sink was already full of dishes. I don’t understand how one person (my mother) can have so many dishes in a few hours. Drives me crazy.
I had a scary dream before I woke up due to sirens in my neighborhood. All I remember is that it was desert place and then it became an icy place. I kept going around in circles and the storm that was brewing was getting worse with howling winds. It was really creepy. I felt like I was in one of Neil Gaiman’s fantasy worlds or something. And there was a song that I never heard before blaring as sort of the theme song as I was making my travels. So weird.
Now I have Brad Paisley’s new song in my head that has been the case for the past 48 hours. I took a trilafon this morning to quiet it out and obviously, it didn’t work. It’s worse if I actually hear the song because then the music just gets louder in my head.
I had the left over Chinese food when I got up around 1500. I would have stayed up and watched the game but Steve Lyons was broadcasting and I can’t stand him. So I turned off the TV and went back to my cave. I didn’t last too long. I think I spent like 15 minutes into BPD chat before I got really tired and had to go nap again. I don’t know why I am so fucking tired. I haven’t done anything all day. I haven’t even read my book. I do need to eat something as my stomach is rumbling. Might have some pop tarts. They are always good in a pinch.
While I was dreaming, I dreamt that my psychiatrist emailed me and told me basically that I couldn’t email her anymore. She was tired of the “urgency” of the emails. I felt bad because I didn’t think I sent anything “Urgent” to her in the last few days, just blogs that I wrote. But it was just a dream as I checked my email and there wasn’t anything from her when I woke up.