I just woke up.

     What do I know?  Not a whole lot.
     I slept well enough.  It was a good sleep.
     I would sleep a lot longer if I didn't have to pee.  That's the only thing that wakes me up in the first place.
     Dreams are what tells me what my reality is.
     I often will lay down in the middle of the day just to see what happens in my mind.  It is like pushing the reset button.  The thoughts are like sediment.  The water flows down, the matter settles, like in erosion.
     It takes a lot of creativity to be alive in this world.  Forget the creativity required to be an artist.  That is kind of irrelevant.
     I want to get to the coffee shop.
     I want to do a lot of things.
     That was fun talking to my brother last night.  He's the one I like.  I like them all, but most of them are into their own thing, so it isn't so much fun for me at times, since I am into my own thing.  Plus, I don't always have the time to be a practicing therapist.
     I want to paint right now.
     I want to get dressed.
     A conflict of interest often occurs.
     Is it important to mention that I am completely naked while writing this?  No.  Then why mention it?  Just a part of the writing process, I guess.
     It's important to mention everything.
     Writing is like being naked, especially when someone reads what you write.  You are exposed.  So being naked while writing this, or the text...which is more naked?  Usually, the text is.
     I've done a lot of dream analysis and remembering of my own dreams.  A lot of it is disjointed crap that makes no sense, so I don't worry anymore on whether or not I can remember my own dreams.  Sometimes I do, sometimes I don't.  Some are worth remembering, some dreams are better left to be reabsorbed.  They come out in other ways through out the day.
     I am glad I bought my frames yesterday.
     I still need wire.
     I need nails.
 
     I just used the bathroom.  The only point in mentioning that is that ideas usually come from that process.  New thoughts come into my mind, or a new way of looking at things.  Otherwise, the bathroom is a tedious chore.  It gets in the way.

     Anyway, it is time for coffee.  This is all I have to offer the world right now.  Sorry about that.  It's the best I can do.
     I just want to get to the coffee shop, and hang out with the guy who calls me 'Tom'.  Haha, I haven't bothered to tell him my real name.  Also, there are the cuties that walk by on their way to work, and I don't want to miss that.