So I am sitting here trying to justify my waste of time to myself instead of sleeping, or reading a real live book, not just words on a screen, or actually doing something, like paint the kitchen that the man probably wont get around to or maybe work on some crafts...have all the crap to get those candles done or maybe do some cross stitch, but no, here I am yawning away and telling myself that this is just my time to do whatever....I have so much crap that seems more interesting/important than this, yet here I am....so, what is my wasted thought for today...today I got the taste in my mouth of grade school...of the nasty ass bubble gum flavoured flouride that they used to make us swill in grade five or six....so disgusting....why would I have a remembrance of something like that? And the crazy dream I had last night...another one of those sex dreams...everyone but me is getting some...well lots actually...and in technicolour....why the hell would I dream something like that?