I have a love/hate relationship with dreams. When I’m asleep and I have freedom to dream, I should be able to achieve anything. Instead I dream about refusing free garlic bread and being framed for a hotel murder because nobody could find the copy of Curb Your Enthusiasm I was apparently watching at the time.
I don’t want to live in a world where I refuse garlic bread.
I’ve misplaced my favourite notebook (again) and this time I am at a complete loss. Usually I get to the end of my train of thought and I figure out where I’ve finally put it, but considering I remember having it only a few days ago I’m doubting that’ll happen this time. The room I had it in is small and there’s only so many places it can run off to. I’ve had this book since 2011 and it’s where I keep my best ideas and ongoing projects. There’s everything in that book, I need it back and I don’t know where it is. The thought of losing it makes me feel physically ill.