Give Me Something of Your Soul, That I Can Hold Onto

This weekend I was wracked with horrible nightmares (which was most likely a result of taking TylenolPM). Both nights I had dreams involving my father, which although not the typical nightmare do tend to leave me unsettled for a few days afterward. The first, which is recurrent, involves my going home and his being alive. Only I'm the only one who seems to know that he is shouldn't be alive and will most likely die soon so no one understands why I'm crying. Those are the worst because they seem so real. The second was just one of those dreams where he is there in the backgroung while my dream is taking place.

As everyone here knows I'm single again, which is nice because I can do my own thing, including watching Passions again. It has been about two years since I last watched it but I was able to catch up fully during the first new episode I watched. I'm admitting this new guilty viewing with the full knowledge that it makes me sound a little pathetic. But it is the summer so all my regular shows are in reruns. Passions just makes me crazy with the way it moves so slowly. I swear it took Beth and Louis a full week to notice one another when they were in the exact same plaza(or whatever they should technically be called in Italy). Plus God (I feel blasphemous even relating this story line) has come to Whitney so that she can atone for the sin of sleeping with her half brother. You have to understand the Whitney has left the convent in Harmony to come to Rome, which I think indicates some sort of religious knowledge. Anyway, God is having Whitney use a virtual reality mask to look for this Chaliss that will save Christianity. But why has no one, Whitney included, stopped to think that God is supposed to me omnipotent, all knowing?

Now that I've rambled on about Passions, I think I'm going to do something much more enlightening and read outside until American Idol.