A Good LaughNovember 16, 2020 02:27pm
Current Mood: relaxed
Currently Listening To: silence, lovely silence
"If I die, tell them good tales! Let them know I loved babies and dogs and wasn't as scary as they all thought I was!" Morbid jokes are a way of life around this house. It is said that sleep and laughter cure just about anything, and it may be true. Jokes make a jagged life go down just a little bit easier, which is why I've always been a fan of comedy. Especially honest, dark or raunchy comedy.
Of course, I'm not dying. At least no faster today than otherwise normal. Feeling a little tired but that is to be expected after nearly a week straight of insomnia. Otherwise in good spirits and craving cinnamon rolls again. I'd probably eat anything coated in cinnamon and sugar.
Dreams are... well, dreams. Strange, disjointed mixtures of memories and future worries. Sometimes filled with people I once knew and other times each character is a stranger to me. I've had an unusual amount of war-related dreams, which is not shocking considering the types of information I choose to read when online. Dreams are often times no more than an extension of our own anxieties, frustrations or unspoken desires. Still, it is worth noting. My dreams over the months seem to be filled with fighting, survival or romance of some sort. It's like a bad supermarket shelf novel playing inside the subconscious mind. I wouldn't mind some new dreaming material to be honest...
Been watching more TV shows than films lately, which is a little unusual. I tend to lose interest in long-running series and prefer my stories wrapped up neatly in one-to-three hours. What can I say? Impatience has always been on a list of things I need to work on. If it takes more than three seasons to tell your tale, I'm out. There are dozens of shows I still need to get around to finishing one day, and the list continues to grow, LOL.
Need to quit "yaking" and return to making things. No matter how small the project, I should stay focused. Art really does help make things go down easier, just like laughter.