Friday, April 27, 2007

That Dream about dad (was Fuck him running)

I've never had one of these dreams, not and remembered it.  But this time... I can still feel on my arm where I was trying to bite him to get him away.  I can still see the mark.

 

Dad attacking me, rentlessly following, chaseing me when I was able to get away.  Mostly not doing anything till the end (this was after the biting oddly enough) when he started to do kung fu at me... I think some part of me tried to change the dream and it didn't work. 

 

Fuck.

 

This I don't need.  I'm still trying to deal with him, to use him for the things I want/need can't yet do without.  This puts me dependant on him, this puts me in a bad position related to him.  This is not good I guess.

 

Well, I guess I know weather I'm gonna visit him before next week.

Reposted from my old thing.

Another day

New location, new stuff. 

I'm tryin oout Windows Vista, but I suspect I won't be able to keep it past this weekend since when I tried to "Activate" they wouldn't let me.  Well, this copy came with Alex's laptop, so there you go.

More later.