Blogging from bed
I’ll become the old witch. The frustration, feeling cheated by fate and having little to do to make that right make me old. Old and wrinkly on the inside. They turn me into someone I don’t want to be.
My recent dream featured the first half of a live dog, and talking to Ion Iliescu at a public event, while Basescu was giving his speach. How twisted is that? I mean…
I have just found the above in my drafts folder and I cannot remember the dreams. But I can tell it was from my one month unemployed time.
