Last night I dreamt that I was married to Her and we had babies. We were happy. (Especially disturbing since I am not that fond of babies or children in real life.) Let’s just say it’s a good thing I do not keep a gun in the house.

A thought has occurred to me yesterday but it didn’t really sink in until this morning. “At some point, survival becomes more of a social obligation than anything else.” What about my family? Who is going to take care of them in their old age? What will happen at work? I got a show scheduled. Who will replace me? What about my flatmates? Are they going to have to clean up that mess? How much having my room as a crime scene is going to cost them in unpaid rent? How much extra rent will they have to pay looking for a new flatmate? Will the gun blast wake up the neighbours? This is when having ADD and its consequent millions of thoughts rushing through my mind is a good thing.