Sorry, the theater was closed last night. No dreams. Just me waking up early from guinea hens scratching my roof. I hate to wake up mad, but the thought of them prematurely damaging my roof and making leaks pisses me off.
Come to think of it, I DID dream last night. Or recently, anyway. I dreamed that I was looking at my ceiling and noticing some water damage from a leaking roof. All my nice stained cedar boards would need refinishing and there was a white mold creeping in. I believe my mom or Sharon was there to inspect the damage.
Today my friend called, and we got into an argument about another friend regarding something he thought the other friend should do, health-wise, which he was hesitant to do because of the expense involved. He couldn't understand my not jumping on the bandwagon to endorse his shaming of the friend into getting this procedure done asap.
I told him he'd be better off fixing his own problems and leaving others to make their own decisions. No one likes to be pressured. I guess he didn't like that, but I don't like when he calls and has been drinking. You can always tell when someone has had a snoot. The tone becomes obtuse.
Well, fuck it. I'm not that patient of a person in the morning, so the conversation ended sourly.
Still on Facebook hiatus. Missed my depression group meeting last night. Maybe next I will stop answering the phone.
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