okay, can't write much as i promised that there shall be no recreational writing til i finished these job applications.

(however, have still been intermittently on the quest to Clean Things In My House That Smell Bad. it might be time to do the oven again, but procrastination is yet to get that desperate)

just wanted to note my dream from last night

i just remember hiding behind a wall because Richard Curtis was throwing shoes at me.

i woke up in the middle of the night thinking "gosh, that's bizarre. remember that". so i did have to write it down, because waking up in the middle of the night for no reason is just unfair.

there was some strange dream this morning too, but i didn't wake myself up trying to remember it. i hope this doesn't become pavlovian.

7.20am, 2/8. okay, this morning i woke up half hanging off the bed, humming a Nina Simone song. this is just a bit too weird. (i think i might have tried to throw myself out of bed when my alarm went off, but only made it halfway -- just going to show i do throw like a girl. no fucking idea what Nina was all about)