i had one of those dreams that when you wake up make you feel quite good about things. mostly i suppose because in the first few moments of waking up the dreamworld and the realworld are still leaking into each other, and the feelings you had in your dream are carried over into the real world, though nothing has happened in the real world to make you feel like this. i shan't relate the whole dream, but it involved a nice irish man, licking typewriters and ryhming couplets. i woke up before i had a chance to tell the man that the reason both our answers were the same was because we both chose the lame answers.
it's 9:20am. i'm sitting at the computer in my pajamas, my hair looking like i've slept in a ditch for the last few months. i ate an apple for breakfast in front of clifford the big red dog. cartoons aren't what they used to be. still a nice loud blast of Bis is helping to wake me up.
i'm not sure why it is that whenever a letter from my college arrives i always feel nervous, as if i have something to be afraid of, as if i've done something wrong. yesterday a big brown envelope came through the door addressed to "the parents or guardians of.." i thought it must be something really bad. of course, it was silly to feel like this, because what was it? a newsletter! i have done nothing wrong for the college to start writing me letters about, apart from skipping all my IT key skills lessons *guilty conscience*. everyone skipped those lessons. and anyway i can use a computer can't i? look at me, i'm doing it right now, and not having any problems either. i don't need to go to lessons to show me how to do it! and that stuff about uni's wanting you to have this qualification is the biggest lie i've heard for a long time.
ah, the sun is coming out. this is good. i haven't seen it for a couple of days, the clouds have been heavy and white and low and the days have been dull and grey and muggy. perhaps in this fresh light weather i might get out on the veranda and dig up those dead cacti. there is nothing more depressing to have in your room than a dead cactus. i'll have to get rid of them today.