Very windy and rainy. Hardly slept. The wind threatens to topple my tent, I’m having to support it from the inside with my arms. Some time in the middle of the night, the tarp flew off, luckily I was awake and retrieved it. Heavy wind and rain all day. Limited to my tent, partly to keep dry, partly to make sure it doesn’t blow away whilst I’m out on a walk. Sharpened and oiled my axe ( not a euphemism). Drank some whiskey. Ate a lot. Very bored.
Thinking a lot. Mainly about her. She does torment me so..
By your own hand, those you’ve wronged will end up tormenting you in some sort of divine retribution all the while completely unaware they’re doing so. I’m thinking Black Vikings and its future.Since there isn’t much to note down, I’ve been having very vivid dreams, almost like a series of mini movies with characters from my distant past and present. Not good or bad dreams, just strange. Sometimes in my dreams, even though I’m the titular character I’m not myself, and I realise this in the dream, with a sudden glance in the mirror or something to that effect. I acknowledge the fact and urge the other characters to believe that I’m somebody else, but my words fall on deaf ears, then some time around then… The next dream begins. I don’t know if it’s because my mind is yearning stimulation or perhaps a different reason.
I went to sleep at 4pm, it’s dark around then.
I woke up feeling refreshed and ready to face the new day, I checked the time and it’s 7pm still Tuesday. It’s going to be a long night.