A handsome piece of deformity.

I’m back, I’m dry, and my chair isn’t nearly as wet as what I’d feared it would be just several moments ago. Huzzah for not having to sit in puddles! Hooray for absorbant towels!

Anyways, um. Hmmm. Not too sure what it is exactly that I sat down here a second time to expound, though I’ve the feeling that it revolves around the feelings of disgust that last night’s dream illicited from me. God only knows why what bubbled out of my psyche did, but damnit…ugh. What makes things worse is that I can’t quite recall exactly what the dream was about; only snippets here and there have been playing perpetually in my mind over the course of the day and given greater impact by my not being to entirely pinpoint the context of them.

Here’s hoping that tonight’s slumber is not disturbed and that tomorrow is not disrupted by half-remembered and hazy thoughts.

Just stepped out of the shower; am dripping wet and wearing nothing save a sheen of water of a sopping towel.

Tired. Overtired. Snappish, waspish. Moody. Highs and lows. Today was an odd day, made doubly so due to lack-of-sleep induced foppishness. Days like this I question my own intelligence, though I suppose everyone is entitled to the odd lack of foresight and clarity.

Ah, well. Excuses and more excuses. Grumpy. And bibbling apparently, too — not to mention that I’m getting my chair wet…

See what I mean about lack of foresight? Sheesh…!

I’m off to towel and whatnot. You know, robe-up, hole-up, read. And hey, writing this here entry has righted my mood. Feeling a tad chipper now; afterall, if I can’t laugh at myself, who can I laugh at?

Hah!