Slumbering.

I was in this lovely old house. I was on the streets as well. And, for some reason, on the roof. I had boiled water in plastic bottles and they didn't deform. I was a vampire and a werewolf. It was a game, somehwere deep down, the dead people were just.. onfortunate coincidences.

Anyway with any clue what this dream was telling me?

Cold showerdrink.

One moment you're facing the wind and cold to get to the supermarket for grocery's - who can imagine an evening without hot choco? - and next your home in the warm and fuzzyness of your own couch with some hot tea and some very expansive chocolates you allowed yourself to buy (just this once). An evening of rest and quietness guaranteed.

YEK!

That tea, I poured that in the cup before I'd left for shopping...

So very me.

I had bought this perfect and sweet little card to send to my boyfriend for valentine's day. I even bought a stamp and wrote it and sent it un thursday, so it would be on time, considering the fact that I didn't have his postal code. Or well, I thought I sent it. Until I found it in the drawer when I went for grocery's an hour ago...

Sleepless once more.

Some time ago I discovered audiobooks. Lying in bed suddenly became less frightening, insomnia a little less annoying when I let me self be read to on cd. But, as the local library had about six shelves of books on cassette and asssuming that only one-tenth of the total library has books that I find interesting, I ran out of possible books quite soon.

A couple weeks ago the monthly paper from the ME club brought my attention to the Dutch Library for Blind and other people with reading problems. A whole library filled with audiobooks! Books for when I would be too tired to read, books for when I was too scared, books for in bed, books and books!

To read the books I would require a special player, for sale from threehundred euro's and up. But, while my insurance company is thinking about whether they should or should not give me such a device, there was a computerprogram. For free. So I immediately ordered Pyramids, from Terry Pratchett.

Last week it came in. In bright yellow cd cases. And the computerprogram, allthough talking to me, did not much of reading at all, but the cd's could be played in a regular mp3player. So now I can let myself be read to sleep every night.

Only... I find the book thát funny that I keep giggling instead of falling asleep...

Pondering.

Suddenly it occurs to me that I'm almost two years in blogland now. Two whole years. And with a steady visitors group each day. Would it bu possible then that I really do have something interesting to say?

Scared and home again.

Who am I, to actually asume that I can do such a thing as socializing? Who am I to have such rediculous thoughts about seeing friends and going outdoors? Who am I to want such things anyway...