I’m not dead yet
In case you are wondering, no, I didn’t kill myself this weekend. I got really depressed on Saturday for… hm… “some reason” but nothing that I wasn’t feeling before.
Anyway, as Saturday is my sleepy day, I took a small four hour nap in the afternoon, only to wake up with a weird dream still on my memory. For some reason, I spent the rest of the time I was awake putting some new ideas around that dream and I really liked the way it looked (inside my mind).
So it was about 2 am in the Sunday and I couldn’t sleep. Not because I slept almost all day, but because I couldn’t stop thinking about the story. So I decided to write it down. It was 3 am when I finally got down, completely tired, but satisfied.
And I spent part of Sunday in the story again. I don’t get in the point a want, and I’m still adding stuff to the story. In my mind, it is an amazing story, but, when I read it, it doesn’t fit on what I want. But I’ll got there, eventually.
