Today is one of those cold, nasty, rainy days where it takes an effort of will to drag my lazy ass out of bed. It would be a much more pleasant day if I had someone to drag back under the covers with me…. Just sayin’.  Anyway, I’m feeling so sluggish that I’m surprised I’m not trailing slime and I’m out of the dark, bitter nectar of the gods that is coffee, so this is turning into a less than productive day.

Last night was one of those active dreaming nights too. My dreams woke me up several times with that confused ‘did that really happen’ feeling. The only one I remember much about involved my friend Jim opening up a Cartridge World and trying to get me to work there. I was torn between wanting to help my friend and knowing if I went back to that place, I’d be trapped for the rest of my life. Oh, and the store itself was set in the first floor of a big, gloomy,  Gothic-style mansion. Yeah, no symbology or hidden messages in that dream right?

Ugh, that’s the problem with working on all these creative projects. My brain actually wakes up and then it doesn’t want to shut down again…. and I have no drugs or alcohol to beat it into submission.