This seems to be an off and on thing. I can't explain it. I'm tired but can only get 5 hrs of sleep, and when I do sleep I have the wierdest dreams. Not all of them are bad dreams but just wierd. One dream was that some fishermen were using cats as bait to catch some big fish and all the cats looked like my little Ozzy. The rest of the time I'm up and wanting, thirsty. Some call it the hunger......
There's also been an uptick in paranormal activity out in my neck of the woods, and not the usual Samhain kind. I'm keeping an eye on it, but the energies are both enlivining and exausting. It's like standing on the edge of a knife.
Other than that I'm just going on with life. Work, sleep and the rest. I got a lot of shit to catch up on, stories to write and contacts to make. I'm looking forward to seeing The 69 Eyes in November. Hopefully I'll have the cash to be able to make it.