Monday, 13 April, 1998 02:12:48
Well, shit! I'm tired about talking about religion and atheism, and everyone is probably tired of reading about it. Unfortunately, it is my place in the online journaling community (if there, in virtuality, actually is such a community) to bring the subject up occasionally. For those who want to read further into the subject, I will refer you to Only sheep need a shepherd. Well, I've enjoyed it, anyhoo.
And now, back to our regularly scheduled programming...
Damn! I been on vacation too long! Just what is the regularly scheduled programming, anyways?
O'yeah! Me bitchin' and moanin about how I have to work too damned hard and I never get enough goddamned sleep... that's it!
Well, I'm having to get back into it now. I don't go back to work until Tuesday night, but I'm staying up late tonight so I can kinda get back into the rhythm of things. I'm not really sure if this is a good idea or not. Probably not... that's the way that it usually happens...
I am kinda bummed about having to go back to work, though. And Karen really is. She has to go back later this morning, though, I get to lay around another day. I would be really happy if today (Monday) turned out to be a good fishing day... the wind has to lay down a lot before that can happen, though, it's still gusting pretty strong from the south.
On the other hand, I'm really really sleepy right now, and it's not even 02:30. Maybe I'll try to get to bed and sleep a little...
More later!
14:43...
Dream...The first part of the dream, I was in a maze with some cops. I was there as an observer, but they gave me a shotgun and told me to watch this guy who was under arrest and getting treatment for a wound of some sort. Well, the guy saw that it was me guarding him and decided to make a run for it. The cop beside me yelled for me to shoot, so I did, hitting the doctor who was treating the guy in the head, but the guy escaped out of a rear door.
Then I was outside somewhere, again with a gun, guarding some building in some marshy country. There were people trying to get in, forcing me to shoot them. Suicide by cop, I think that they call it. Not very satisfying to this cop. I wonder where that came from?
Mostly I don't remember much about dreams, but this one is pretty vivid in my mind. I think that I would rather not remember...
It is a beautiful day, but the wind is kicking up, this time from the north about 30MPH. Blows the fishing idea all to hell. I think that I'll work some on the kitchen, make Karen happy when she gets home.
Arrghhhh!
I just realized that I hadn't finished this up or sent out the reminder list or anything!
I've been really busy, reading up on Urban Legends and lost track of the time. So anyway... I'm done!