an after death experience…

so catman visited my dreams on tuesday night… he looked great, not sick at all, fluffy and cocky as hell… was standing straight and walking normal… he, of course, yelled at me for sleeping on the couch which is when i woke up and went to bed… some things never change…

it does hurt bad though but i have found that talking to his picture really helps… weird but it works and whatever works to keep me from sinking any further is okay…

compound this with another situation (of my own choosing, of course) and that old siren song “depression” echos in my head…

so now i turn on my music and i dance… and that is what will save me…

j