To kick off the new year with a proper for-lunch-I-had-a-cheese-sandwich post, here’s a recounting of a recent dream:
January 26: Last night I dreamt that for some reason I was going home because I had heart trouble, and I think my orthodontist was there and he pulled my heart out of my chest, looked at it, saw a wound, held it closed with some tweezers for a few minutes, let go, saw it didn’t heal completely, so he held it shut for awhile longer, and I asked him how long would it be before I, uh, noticed anything, and he said, probably an hour or so.
My original plan was to force me into finding the time to do a proper redesign of my site. See, my ideas for mongoosedog were (and still are) to focus more on my photography and less on the babble and to promote myself as a freelance photographer. It’s just that that which enables me to actually do these things–it’s this thing called a “job” that gives you money in return for labor–has been asking a lot of me lately. Meanwhile I’ve had thoughts every so often that I wanted to post but I willed myself not to because if I kept the site alive, I’d put my renovation plans on the backburner.
Of course, the longer that goes on, the more likely it is that I’d lose the few readers I have. Now, granted, I usually use this place as a lazy man’s mass email to one’s friends, but there are the random people that pop in and also the people I haven’t met but whose blogs I read, and so for some reason they read my garbage…
So, I’ve come to terms with the fact that it’s very unlikely I’ll get around to implementing those grand plans of mine anytime soon. February’s going to be a busy month, and I hope to spend most of it fixing my broken social life, because to be honest, it is in more need of attention than my website.