Dreamy

Getting up and heading for the gym in.. 6-ish hours. Cannot sleep. or rather, I was asleep. For like two hours. Then I had a dream that woke me up all hot and bothered, and now I can't fall back asleep. I want him here, right now. Or me there. I dreamt of him, and I feel completely feverish from it. My mind might be all over the place, but my body remembers. It's only been a bit more than a week, but I'm dying to go, to see him. To feel him. I might be writing in a feverhaze. Maybe I'm not fully awake. I don't care.

My drive has been awakened, and it's a beast to behold. Was it him or what he did? I can't figure it out. I want a repeat performance, that I can figure out. And I want to realize the dream I just had. Blargh!!! Why is he so far away when I want him here?! Unhappy camper.

Anyways. I have an issue. It has happened five times now, that people, mostly friends, have come to me with information that I don't want. I don't need to know, so stop it. However, this last one made me drop my jaw.

I was told, last night, that it seems I have an unhappy reader. So let me use this fine opportunity to use a quote I've been looking for an occasion to use:

Behold the field in which I grow my fucks. Lay thine eyes upon it and thou shall see it is barren.

In other words: Stop reading it if it bothers you. And check your facts before you end up ruining a poor guys relationship with assumptions. That is all.

So my solution to this, is simple, and some of my readers may have figured this out by the change in graphics: Inside an Angels Mind is an old concept. I am not that anymore, and I feel it is time for a change in domain. So sometime next week, my lovely collection of scribbles will move on. I am changing the url, the blogname, the whole shebang. Angel will perish and Ember will rise. I will be glad to provide my returning readers with the new url, upon request, though. Throw me a comment or a mail or a smoke signal, I'll get back to you.

Tired. Over and out.