Sadness of from my dreams.

Well I'm back and about to go again. Depressed, great, it will pass, I will great then, so I wait.

David Lange died, he's been sick for a long while but he is not going into the ground at a private ceremony. I thought he was great and did a great job considering what that wanker dictator Rob did to the nation.

I had a dream the other night, it was one of them hopeless ones. In it I had a free choice, to suffer or dive of the cliff onto the rocks below. Well I jumped, and was falling, you know the falling dream thing. As I was falling I felt great, I had euphoria as the excitement of it all being over soon was approaching. Then I was standing on the sand and the hopelessness returned. I thought it was strange.

My new tools great for the stone work, I would post a picture but I poor and don't see how I will get a camera in the near future. Maybe by x-mas, this year.

Also had a pain of an evening, house guests, who where just using my space as a free zone. Just being big rebels and on there own trip and not thinking of where they are and where I am at. Argh, it's so fustrating that they can't see me, that they can't see my eyes, my feelings.

Well time for my daily pill to keep me from the tearing heart feelings.