There was a fish in the percolator!

Diane, I dreamt of the end of the world last night. With only a day left till the world was to be obliterated, My family and I found ourselves sitting in a field among others trying to enjoy their final moments. I ran to the store down the street, unmanned, and grabbed some fruits for a little picnic though none of us had the heart or felt the need to eat anything. It felt a bit like set dressing. Some people were still convinced that this whole thing was a joke, or maybe they felt the need to work till their very last moments, and the radio was still playing, and electricity still ran. it was kinda peaceful in a way. A day passed and nothing happened. But then we got an announcement that they were trying to halve the worlds population- aliens I guess? or some very very cruel gods. and a massive machine ascended from the sky - it looked like the tip of a can opener, and started sawing the surface. when they felt like enough people had died, we then had battle royale style chokers forcibly put on us and were made to play a speed-reaction numbers game. I lost and so did my mom and we both left the room to ensure that we didn't die in front of the rest of the family. That's when I woke up so i guess i did dream-die. That was pretty bleak wasn't it? I find myself having nightmares the stuffier the night gets.

Diane, its pretty cold today. Work has been busy which has been making me neurotic self spiral more than usual, and its sort of strange how forgetting to bring the clothes in when a massive thunderstorm is coming can make one realise that life is spiraling out of control. I'm just waiting for April to come and for the slow days to come knockin'. Life has been lively. I had my first house party / hotpot last Saturday and eventhough I probably invested an easy hundred on the whole affair it was a genuinely rewarding experience. I also have a bunch of beef slices and hotpot veggies stored away as make shift lunches and dinners for the week. Its kinda nice not having to go out for groceries for once. David Lynch once said in an interview that suffering is what brings creativity down, and I totally agree. I want to make art because it makes me happy. Making me neocities has been bringing me so much genuine joy. I'm glad I exist. I also genuinely love the cosmic coincidence of creating my first ever blog post on this Twin Peaks inspired journal page on February 24th. very nice.