Been watching this Dirk Bogarde documentary and eating Swiss Rolls in bed.

Very much in a dark depressed place right now.

Trying to get out of it.

Picked up, "Happier than God!" by Neale Donald Walsch and I've been trying to read it, but my eyes just won't have any of it.

Feel asleep and dreamed the book had all my answers, but it turned out it was actually, "Happier than Rod!"

Which seemed quite easy to attain once I was introduced to Rod at a book signing. He seemed down, sad, mumbling, distracted, confused, then suddenly, I WAS ROD!

I was trapped!

I tried to run out of the store and my dream, but I was signing a book for an old hag that was sitting on my chest, sucking the life out of me and I could barely write, and I saw that I wrote, "IMROD" in the book.