Or maybe I'm just so apathetic towards my own life that I can't get a good worry up anymore...whichever way you want to see it.
In other news I had a really weird dream the other night. I dreamed that I had just been married and it was the wedding night in some hotel room by a bay (It was a really lovely room, I remember being heartily impressed) and I was desperatly trying to avoid consumating the marriage on account of I felt I had made a horrible mistake and I wanted my freedom back. It was a really odd feeling of being caught between opportunity lost and not quite wanting to outright say I wanted an annulment because I wasn't neccesarily ready to give up the relationship.
I just felt it was a strange little dream for ME to have. Why would I have anxiety about being trapped like that when the chances of that happening are significantly lower than the chances of my losing my *bleep* in a garden-weasel accident.
On an LJ note I seem to have accrued a bunch of "Friends" recently who have just quietly added me to their lists for no apparent reasons. I don't really care, but I do find it somewhat weird. Maybe LJ should create some sort of catagory for "Journals watched" rather than "Friends" since "Friends" sounds so intimate and familiar and most people have never even directly communicated with half their LJ friends. Like I said I don't care...I just found it odd...especially considering how lousy my writing has been recently.
I'm thinking of writing a humorous essay about holidays. I just wish I had some time to get it down since I think I have a good premise.