For the last little while, I have had nightmares almost every other night. These mares range from downright terrifying ones where people are dying in front of me, to the traditional Being Chased But Can't Run Because of Leaden Feet number.
For as many days as the nightmares have been going, I've been wearing an ugly, navy blue Nike jumper. It is warm, pilly and has a marmalade stain on the left sleeve. It has a certain sleepy smell from being worn for too long. It kind of reminds me of John Candy's hat in a scene from Uncle Buck where he wonders about his hostile young niece, "Is it the hat? A lot of people hate this hat. The sight of it angers people". I don't mean to anger anyone, I just can't be bothered looking nice when I get home from work. The jumper is indeed an indignation to the vain girl from 1998 inside me.
This seems to have been my year of forgetting people's birthdays. I hope to be kinder in 2007.
