While I'm not one of those types who obsesses over dreams and is always searching them for deeper meaning, I do feel that they tend to show off our mental state in a way that's a lot more intimate than your normal reply to "how ya doin'?" The subconscious holds a large part of who we are and how we're feeling, and--as I mentioned in discussing other fics of mine--I believe that tapping into your own subconscious is a clear path to better understanding yourself.
That's a wrap! As of today, September 6th, 2016, I will no longer be working on "Dear Friends". I have published the last two chapters of the fiction and I believe that with the last one wrapping up quite a bit, I believe there's enough backstory, and puzzle, for everyone to enjoy it. The last entry may be a bit graphic for more sensitive viewers, so keep that in mind! No, even though I planned a sequel while in the process of writing, there will not be any such thing. As for what the sequel
I walked home (with my hands full, as you do) and I popped the lid off and nearly soaked myself, but I did get around to giving it a sip, and...
You did alright, Starbucks. Not your best work, seeing as it could have a little bit more flavour to it, as I'm very aware I'm drinking milky, cookie-ish-flavoured ice, but I much prefer a stronger taste to where it's like I'm actually eating a cookie with some cold milk. Other than that, it ain't too bad, I must say.
So, in the midst of writing on and off, I've taken up drawing again... It's been a curve, but I've pushed myself to draw at least one thing a day.
After binge-watching WOY for two weeks, I got bored and doodled some stuff.
Hey, Meeester! Watch this and listen to the song; maybe it'll finally put a smile on that sour pussy you call a face.
lyrics
My tail
My beautiful glorious tail
I stand above the rest
Yet darkness still surrounds me
As my rein stretches no further
Than our prison (all bow down at once)
My eyes
My beautiful beedy eyes
Have seen too much
Far more than any rat here will ever dream of
In our prison (all hail the all-mighty)
And though
I am considered the highest form of rat
I'm spat on by the common folk out there
IN WHICH I BRIEFLY RETURN
Subtitle: A LUCKY BREAK.
Okay, so, good news bad news time. Bad News: I still don't have a new laptop (accumulating the funds to buy it has been slower than anticipated) so FF4.0 is still mostly broken for me.