Doom and Gloom.
I dreamt last night that an older family friend died. A lot of Catholics are buried with rosaries, and the ones that they have the bodies holding are very cheap with plastic beads. In my dream, another friend was making a nicer replacement for the one who had died…. and it was particularly sad because the two had been lovers, but they’d never told anyone… so the survivor had no one to really comfort him. He was just really fixated on making the rosary the best possible. I wanted to say something, but I couldn’t because I don’t officially “know” either. (They are together in real life as well, with neither of their families knowing.) I cried in my dream, which is unusual because I have never cried over a death in real life.
I woke up feeling like I was on the verge of tears, and the feeling didn’t really dissipate. I’ve felt gloomy all day.
When I’m down, it makes me want to buy things. -_-; This is encouraged by the fact that we got a bonus at work for last quarter. I was so good and I dumped it into my savings accounts. Dining room furniture set savings! New siding savings! Not dolly savings. I also transferred my Paypal balance to my bank account to try to remove me from temptation.
I can’t say I didn’t buy anything, though. I bought two lovely super soft throw blanket from Sears today. Fabulous sale price. One if for huddling in my freezing office at work, and I am wrapped up in the other as I write. I am a total blanket addict. My housemate laughs me because sometimes I wrap a fuzzy blanket around me like a sarong when I’m shuffling around the house.
I think I’ll feel better tomorrow.










