Dreams are a mixed bag, aren’t they? I bought some underwear online yesterday, and I guess some of those images stuck with me. I found some that I liked, so maybe I did a good job?
I need coffee. I’ve been trying to go to bed earlier but every night there’s always something that comes up and delays me from getting the sleep I’m actively and consciously pursuing. Monday was a hike. Tuesday was the gym. Wednesday was a “serious relationship talk.” Thursday (today) is the gym again. And every night I’ve gotten just about 6 hours of sleep, maybe a lil’ less.
Tired!
I didn’t get a chance to make a video yesterday because I had things to deal with, so I’ll probably make a comic about that tonight. But this one was good to break the tension/repetition.
OK. Coffee, then work. Bye!
God I know how that feels. When I finally get off my drunk junk food eating and my body is going back to normal, it feels like you have control again. Like the rushing river, it’s now calm and you got your shit together and now you can make a boat to travel through it.