just a stupid dream

getting a lot out and off my chest from a book i need to put down long enough to enjoy life more.

Or maybe it was just really late, just that time? i have read about and discovered that writing things down before sleeping is a good way to brain-dump fucking shit so it doesn't keep me up no more.

Maybe rewriting my writings and journal shit next day will increase some kind of perspective for me. Very least it'll give me something to fill up the day with and increase my chances of quitting drugs, this time. Get me more friendly with the computer I've had for years, which i like. Being friendly helps with the boredom, i suppose. Maybe my spelling will improve, too.