Last night, having got to sleep at about 3am, I had a very strange dream. I dreamt I was the head of a large hotel complex and hosted private parties for everyone in a mansion worth £100m.. I wouldn't consider myself an expert on reading dreams but I think this is the mixture of my feelings of wanting lots of money and wanting to party a lot lately...
Maybe it's just Christmas or maybe I just want to forget the happenings of this week for a while but my need to have fun is increasing. I was going to go out yet again tonight, but my body cannot take another beating so I'll save myself for the new year's do. My bank balance is always getting lower and lower and lower also... bad times..
Boxing Day is always rubbish. The day after Christmas Day as you ponder what you receieved for Christmas and then acting upon it.. same old. Having family round is always a pain aswell. It means you have to sit downstairs and listen to your 83 yr old grandma talk about her desperately low life doing nothing at all.. it gets depressing after a while... She's struggling..
I could really do with a kip right now but I have to put up with my family's droning for a while longer before crashing out on my cosy bed and forgetting all thats happened for a while. One question I have asked myself too much is "why is life this tough..."
If there is a God, why did he make trouble and bad things happen? Surely he wants a perfect world...
With that I will leave you with a thought... Anybody who thinks I can't do it anymore better step right back and TAKE THAT!
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment