Hello all

I am passing this on to you because it definitely worked for me and we all could use more calm in our lives.

By following the simple advice I heard on a Medical TV show, I have finally found inner peace.

A Doctor proclaimed the way to achieve inner peace is to finish all the things you have started.

So I looked around my house to see things I started and hadn't finished and, before leaving the house this morning, I finished off a bottle of Merlot, a bottle of Shhhardonay, a bodle of Baileys, a butle of vocka, the last of the whisky, hic, a pockage of Prunglies, tha mainder of bot Prozic and Valum scriptins, the res of the Chesescke an a bax a cholates.

Yu haf no idr who gud I fel.

Peas sen dis orn to dem yu fee ar in ned ov inr pece!

(That reminds me of the "Back in the USSR" tune... gosh, no!
No, The Blogland has nothing to do with the USSR, thanks goodness )

My blogging is in an inverse proportion to my work. The more work - the less blog, and the other way around.

But I am still on this planet, and glad to have some respite!

Cheers to all

I was in my parent's apartment kitchen all frantic because there was some party about to start, people were about to arrive and I was nowhere near. Then my grandma who is actually long gone appeared, and then the other people start coming in. My uncles - and their daughter who died years ago. When she was here she was a street type, but in my dream she is looked like a real lady, very elegant. I thought "what a change, she got better after she died".

Then some cousins or nieces (whose? mine?) show up and come to me with hugs and kisses saying "Thank you ever so much, you really helped me" - and I have no idea what was that great favour I apparently did to them, and, in fact, who they were, but I was just saying "Oh, I am glad it turned out well..." Then more people come, and somebody comments on the draught of air from my bedroom. I go there - and apart from my ex and somebody's (mine?) "cousin" see even more people (where did they have come from??), between them a kid who died some years ago, too. I ask him where he came from then - did he climb down a rope from his fifth floor or just jumped directly from the sky with a parachute? He starts explaining, and then I see that his brother is there, too, and think "It's not this kid but his brother who got killed in some gang fight". In the end I get tired and say: "Oh, look, I don't know who of you is dead and who is alive, and I am not sure it matters. But would you please help me to close this window because the draught is bothering people?" And the three of us do it somehow.

And then a full blown fiesta was going on, and it didn't matter anymore - alive, dead, undead, not very dead, not really alive... who cares! nobody really knew anybody, but everybody was partying.

The feeling? It was like being inside of some Gabriel Garcia Marquez novel.

this was supposed to be "a little 20-minute walk!" Gosh! Turned out nice actually...