I demand a musical!

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And so, on Tuesday morning (May 22rd), I was awakened by the shout of my name. At about 7:15 in the morning. I thought it was potentially my mother, because she was the only other person home aside from me, and it couldn't possibly have been the dog. That's just silly, dogs can't talk human speech (right?). The last time this happened was on Hallowe'en last year, where I thought it was my sister, though that time I didn't yell back "yes" and "did you call me?" My mom thought I was crazy, which isn't a bad assessment. I really don't know. I was having a dream where I was drinking some scotch (I don't even drink, but apparently dream me does). Each time, the other person in the house has claimed it wasn't them. I guess we'll never know, but it is highly likely that it was my own head.

I have a current desire to do art, but no drive. The same with writing. Emotions.