sweet and holy josefu, i have woken (awakened?) with the most brutal headache i have had in about 6 years. apparently, i have taken up my old habit of clenching my teeth when i sleep.
neat!
also, i need to shower in a way that i have never needed to shower before.
people. i stink.
while i was sleeping, i had a dream that there were bite marks on the back of my neck, as if a snake or a vampire bit me. the wound was dark and red, but perfect. one opening on either side of my spine.
it was where i keep meaning to get a tattoo.
but there where the marks down my back, too, but they were older, healed. scars, i guess, as if i had been taking that bite for a long time.
it looked pretty neat, but the blood on my hand when i touched the back of my neck was hot and sticky. i tasted it and it tasted like honey.
i remember i got a handprint of blood on my basement/room wall and i wondered if my hosts would be mad.
then i laid down in bed and made myself fall asleep.
freaky!
well, i better get cracking. i am starving and i don't really have much in the way of food left here.
must motor if i am going to get nourishment, keep that honey blood flowing.
did i ever tell you that when i was like, i don't know, 3, i used to think that wind blowing against your bare skin is how blood was made? apparently, i thought the wind got in through the skin, and that's how we stayed alive. a particularly good blood-making practice is holding your arm out of the car window while it's driving. uh-huh, lots of blood is made by hand-sailing.
yes, i know it makes no sense. i was 3. after that i started reading (or really, looking at) my dad's anatomy books and asking what the red and blue lines were and that ended that. but i still remember it.
yeah, um, i embarrassed myself at a party on sunday with that story. i really need to learn to keep my mouth shut.
