Embraced by dead leaves.

I had the dream again.  Standing on a beach looking over Lake Superior, cold wind, slate gray water tossing and turning, unable to tell if it’s November or March as thunder rumbles somewhere to the east.  Completely numb except for the overwhelming desire to jump.

It’s the closest thing to a recurring dream I have.

But you don’t come here to read about my dreams.

I actually intended to write about this week’s theme.  I really did.  But I don’t care about soul mates and whether or not everyone has them.  I thought I did, but I was mistaken.  Oh well.

I should probably be attempting my calculus homework, but, like most years at this time, apathy has wormed its way in to all aspects of my life.  Besides, it’s not like I’m ever going to be good at anything, anyway.  Okay, self-pity moment over.

This entry is a complete waste of cyberspace.  But I don’t give a fuck.