Family Din-Dins

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Cooking for 8 people people has never been so joyless. Family dinner tomorrow - sisters gonna use this time to sneak a sip of my fathers medication.

The look on her face when she realizes ive replaced it with laxative liquid is going to be priceless.

On another note, ive given up on trying to be slightly happy.

Cant change me. Cant change my life. Cant change anything - why try to be happy?

Might as well bring the world down with me. Wait until the big PTB decides to put this one out his misery.

Big & Annoying!

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Big-annoying day tomorrow! I have to get up at 7:30am to be ready for the electric people to come and rewire the entire house.

I just have this horrible gut-feeling that they're going to be aggressive-macho male-types who will take some morbid pleasure in complaining about me, to me.
I have to be on my A-game here. I have to be that guy who demands excellence. I have to be that guy I thought I had left behind; that guy who is all "Well it isnt fucking rocket-science, just get it done!"

Perhaps there is a strengh to being bossy and forward, but I would rather do with please and thank yous'.
On the plus side, im going to be sleepy (as im not a morning person AT ALL) and ergo, grumpy. I've noticed, during the mornings im awake, im more inclined to say what I think about a person with very little remorse for their feelings... untill late-afternoon.

So wish me luck world! And be kind! Im comming to get ya and there is sod all you can do about it!

Dreaming of Reality?

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My dreams are annoying me now - ever more cryptic - ever more realistic - ever more... normal.

Last night I had a dream from which I awoke with a banging headache. In the dream, the town I lived in was recovering from attack from an unseen enemy - I wasnt sure if it were aliens or war, but things had changed greatly and my nephew, along with myself, were the only members of my entire family alive.

I went to various places, having pointless and dull conversations with people on completely unrelated topics; I seemed to be incredibly dis-interested with the calamity that had happened before.

I remember saying to somebody (who looked astonishingly like Dermot O'leary) I was going to my street to find the rest of my family, to which he replied as he looked through a microscope "I wouldnt, that area was hit hard in the attack - nobody survived."

Confused by this, I asked him "Well did anybody in my family survive?" and he replied (still looking through the microscope) "Yes, your oldest Nephew - he is a great hunter, can track a man from 8 knots away."

I set out in search of my newphew and found him standing on a hill fa in the distance, observing me through the lens of a sniper rifle. It was then I woke up, head pounding.

Why am I telling you this? Two reasons!

1: Because it is incredibly weird and whacky. I dont know how my brain works but holy heck it works towards the insane!

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2: Because about an hour after waking up a documentary about prophetic dreams was on tv as I sat eating my cheerios.

I really hope it wasnt a prophetic dream as my nephew is a bumbling idiot who couldnt handle his own prick - let alone a gun!

I will research into this topic and post my opinions on it later on. Dreams are fascinating!