faitless

had a nightmare this morning. i dreamt that i killed eric. stabbed him in fact. it also managed to incoporate every other fear i have at the moment. was terrified when i woke up. fuck it's been a long couple of years. this is the kind of shit that really fucks you up later on in life. the kind that you try to repress and then spew out to your shrink when you hit your mid-life crisis.

i was looking through dvd boxsets at JB today when a dirty old man asked me to join him for a coffee and more. 5th one this month and counting. there's something wrong with me.

spent $265 today on dvd's and burning software and bras. maybe that part's the dream and i really did kill eric. i don't know which is worse, being broke or being a murderer. but i suppose an eric-less world can't be a bad thing right? he can't come back, i have a bad feeling about him coming back.

marc's coming tomorrow to start editing the video/audio, gotta burn all my dvd's off the comp so i have room.

i need sleep.

inbox still empty.