Lazing on a Sunday afternoon

Hmm.

Well, I'm stuck in camp now.. lazing the day away doing my job as a duty storeman... a job, in which you literally have nothing to do especially on Weekends. I've already finished reading the 2 copies of Rolling Stone Magazine, and the one copy of Guitar Player magazine which I bought at Kino yesterday evening. I'm actually re-reading my 1-week old copy of "The Godfather".

I have become a fan of Mario Puzo's writing... to date I have four of his titles in my possession (one loaned out to a bunk-mate of mine). Since "The Godfather" is one of his best-known works... I suppose I have a greater affinity towards that book. Now I have a much more deeper insight towards the value of family and friends, but of course not in the criminal sense.

However, since Friday evening, I've had rather weird dreams... now don't call me gruesome, but the one on Friday night was about my dad choosing to get decapitated due to some terminal disease.. I remember waking up in tears after pleading in my sleep for him to stop, biting my pillow in fear.

Last night's dream was strange but in a strangely pleasant way compared to the previous dream I had... I dreamt that I was driving through Europe, visiting the places I visited in France, Germany and Switzerland, but oddly with a surrogate family. Is this the portents of my future?

In any case, I'm now praying for September to be over with, so as to get back to work with the rest of the band. I'm already writing lyrics for a few more songs which I have yet to put riffs or melody to, but I'm doing something worthwhile. I'm seeing if I can join a band temporarily for the moment until the rest if the guys are able to free up their commitments.


Cheers,

Crawldaddy