So, last night was interesting, to say the least. However, when I went to sleep, I had one of the worst dreams ever. It was a death dream (i.e. someone close to me dying) and I woke up a mess. I quickly made some coffee to make things better, but was left unsatisfied.
I called the leader of the Sandwich Mission to tell him I was coming out to help out. I felt a little awkward, especially since I had a knife pulled on me the day earlier. Things went smoothly, which I prayed for, but when I arrived at home, I was greeted by a horrible surprise (if there is such a thing). I fell into this rut, which my friend, Andy and my Mom quickly pulled me out of.
Things are certainly going the route of strange. Perhaps I should divulge in some Harvest Moon to set my mind at ease.
-Luke
sometimes i write scary words
May 3, 2007
Pay no heed to the title. It was the first thing I thought of when thinking of an apt title for a post. I feel tired, but I can’t go to sleep. Do you know the feeling? The only thing you crave is sleep, but you are keeping yourself up for some particular reason. I have had some strange things happen to me yesterday, and as a result of it, I feel like doing something destructive, which may not make sense to blog (because blogging, believe it or not, is a constructive tendancy). Punching my wall might help, but then I may have a new set of problems that I would have to deal with.
It’s interesting. Life, that is. Everybody has their own. Their own joys, problems, setbacks, life lessons, and such. We share these with others and they don’t understand to the extent that we present them. If I love a certain band and try to explain why to someone else, well… if that person doesn’t like them, or likes them for different reasons, then your expression of a certain like is lost.
Maybe it is because it’s so early in the morning that I write this way, or maybe I am just crazy.
-Luke
