I woke up today feeling quite low. I don’t know why. Today already just feels like It’s going to be a low day. Some days I wake up feeling like this, and it kind of sets the scene for the rest of the day. It would be nice to wake up one day feeling on top of the world, but I know that rarely happens. I wonder if It’s a subconscious thing, I’m not sure.

I got to bed at around 4am last night. I was in a great mood, I was thinking maybe it’s because I was able to come clean about something that bothers me, and I’m not sure. I got some wonderful comments on my blog about my schooling and writing. DeadTree especially invoked a passion in me, something I haven’t felt for a very long time. Now that I know what I want to do, I guess the next step is doing it. When I get onto the net I might have a look and see what writing courses are available. I know I’m not the best writer, but it’s defiantly something I enjoy.

I was thinking about this all night, about the writing thing, and how much I love to read. I told mum that for Christmas I want to get the Twilight books as I have been told that it is a good read. I’m also looking forward to Friday. I’m going to go out looking for the new Hamlet book by John Marsden. While I’m out in book stores I’m defiantly going to see if there are any Shakespeare books around.

 My friend BethM was having a rough time last night, so I talked to her until she fell asleep. We used to do this a lot. Almost every night actually, but since the issue of the costs of the phone call we don’t do it as much anymore. I miss those times.

I’m meant to be leaving the house today, even if it’s for half an hour. This is on order of my therapist. I really REALLY don’t feel like leaving the house. I know I probably wont. I have no will power, no energy, nothing. I feel sort of numb today. I don’t feel like doing anything except plodding around on DT. I feel pathetic today.

I had a strange dream last night, I was making a scrapbook for Lindsay Lohan. I have never met, or even cared to meet her. I was putting together all these pictures of her into a scrapbook. Very odd. Even odder was the fact that I had another dream, about huge Kangaroos, who made me and my sister sing Christmas carols. If we didn’t then they were going to kill us. Strange…

I seem to have a lot of strange dreams. I always have. I used to have this recurring dream of this baby elephant coming into my street, and me and my friends were hiding behind a couch so the mum elephant wouldn’t see us. The mum elephant was extremely mad. I always woke up before the mum elephant got to our house. 

The cricket is on today, I think I might just stay home and watch that.