There was a road trip of some variety or another, one that led me to a distant place. It was planned as I recall it. And then I was in a field of flowers. Many of them were dried and withered, but even then they're of the lovely variety. There's at least one withered blue rose and as I kneel to touch it, I can feel the dried petals crumble beneath my hands. It's truly magical-ish... I remember wondering why I didn't have a camera... I wanted close up pictures of these flowers. Just light images to remember them by. It makes me wonder why flowers don't seem to exist like these do.
And then I awaken for the first time only 4 or 5 hours in. I stumble around for a drink of water and note that Eman is in TOR. As I sit down again and wonder, I think to myself that this is bullshit and proceed to pass out again. Enter 2 hours later and yours truly awakens again and feels a bit stunned. His head isn't functioning like it should so he's groggy and dehydrated but his arms don't feel like they've been hit with sledgehammers this time ( I wonder if wearing a jacket while passed out mitigates the effects of the cold in this room).
No one's called me back for a job interview yet though, which as you know is my main prerogative at the present. Having a source of monies fall out of the sky for me. That is something I NEED >.< How the fuck am I supposed to be able to afford to go to FurCon otherwise? Or do anything really for that matter. Guess I'll just mellow a bit and resume my day.
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