I had a dream

> I have a strangely detailed dream life. I should learn more about lucid dreaming. Really. Last night, I had a dream that I was in a musical but I had an allergic reaction to a sunscreen and lost my voice. I went on, but my understudy went with me speaking and speaking my lines. No Milli Vanilli lipsyncing scandal-- I was just doing the dancing and blocking and emoting. Sadly, my understudy was a man. He was on stage with me in stage crew blacks. Well, if I'm ever in a musical, I will lay off the sunscreen for sure. The musical itself was about a woman in love with a really shallow annoying man who was going off to fight in WW2. He was her boyfriend and all, but he was his own true love, she was a side-item. He was hoping when he got back he'd be a hero and he'd get noticed by a Hollywood producer. Meanwhile, my character was going to work in a munitions plant to do her part to support the War effort.
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- posted by Anna Trueblood @ 3:54 PM 1 comments

 
And Now For Something Entirely Different
My gateway drug is books. If I ever become dependent on a chemical other than caffeine, you should know that it started with books. There are quizzes for potential drunks and if you change out books instead of booze, I can pretty much answer like an addict to every question. I have used books to escape my feelings for years. I have lied about how much money I've spent on books, how much time I've spent reading. I have read while alone, and to keep people away. I've called in sick to work because I was tired from reading the night before or because I wanted to read more. There are two exceptions-- I don't tell myself I can stop any time. And I don't think my life would be better without books.

I'm thinking of ditching out all the content and just blogging about what I'm reading.

Frankly, my life is pretty monotonous and not all that happy. Who the fuck wants to read about that? I don't particularly want to write about it.
- posted by Anna Trueblood @ 9:42 PM 0 comments