Listen to Finch and let all that anger out.
Think about Cornwall, and what future there might be beyond oblivion. I'll only know if I throw myself into it.
Finished Dexter. Not sure if it's going to get its own blog post... the ending is still making me angry.
Now watching Merlin. Gotta love a cheap BBC production.
Once Upon A Time. Now, I need to write a blog about that at some point. I've sort of had my head in the sand for a little while... but I think its safe to resurface now.
Using a sleeping app has made me really aware of my sleeping habits, but it breaks my dreams up, I forget them instantly. This must be rectified.
Dreams, and hopes, of what might happen in the next few months. Little things, like views from windows, and where to go jogging. Bigger things, like the hope of having a dog, or the wonderment of what people I will meet.
I did a shift at the Rumsey last night. I tried not to think about times, changed moments, people missing and what might have been - but I felt the ghost, feeling my presence, and knowing it was me. I wasn't just some bar girl it could scare, I was this haunted soul returning to the place I used to love and felt lost. And bless, the ghost left me be - but more because of the two ladies who stayed with me til the bitter end. Bless their souls.
No matter what job I do, I know I'll do my best, I'll work hard, I'll be nice and try make friends, and along the way I'll meet people who will inspire little stories, little pictures or moments inside my head, and that's the true aim. One day I'll communicate it all back, but for now, I need to live it, inhale it, and in each exhale, feel excited for taking the next breath.