I didn't dream last night.
I seldom do anymore. Well the scientific explanation is we all dream and simply forget. I find it bull and besides... I know when I have simply forgotten something; my dreams do not exist.
How sad... to find the only thing I can talk to without fear of anger at having my feelings but on a judgement stand... is a fifteen in. screen, a keyboard, and a small unit sitting away under my (ha ha) desk.
I'm going to change the URL to the journal again. It will still be the yaoiville, but I need to change the folder. I gave this URL to certain parties back when I put the Book of Genism here, and I'm afraid they'll forget and wind up here and read this and it gets back to the parental unit who will feel guilty and she has enough problems to deal with...
I'll change it now... and simply edit the scribble.nu page.
The streaming bit of consciousness can wait until then.
