We're Experiencing Technical Difficulties

I'd like to apologize to the faithful readers of Pandering to Savages (all 5 of you). I've been slacking bad this past week. First, it was deadline time at work, so I was drained by the time I got home; and second, I've put myself on a strict diet of story writing. Before I moved, I had meant to use my time in ABQ to write a novel or screenplay (maybe both) about my Nursery Crimes idea, but so far, zero progress has been made, and I've been slacking on this for far too long. So now it's time to see what I'm made of. God help me.

But on a fun sidenote, this weekend has unofficially been dubbed "The Weekend of Broken Dreams." Reason: last Friday and Sunday nights, I was experiencing some pretty good dreams that, well, ended horribly.

Friday: I dreamt I was at a concert seeing Mr. Bungle. I had sat through all the openers and was ready to rock out with Mike Patton, but right before they went on stage, I woke up. Okay, so not horrible, but I was pissed off. I know I can somehow blame Ticketmaster for this.

Sunday: I had just met some hottie wearing a short silk dress and thigh high stockings who looked like Kasumi from Dead or Alive (hey, blame my mind on this one), and we were really hitting it off. The dream was going...smoothly, and I suddenly wake up. But that's not the worst part. When I tried to fall back asleep into the same dream, I found myself headlong in a nightmare where zombies were ravaging the neighborhood. I blame Pat and that awesome book, World War Z, for that one. I woke up freaked out and a little afraid to get up and shower, as it was still dark out. So I hit the snooze button for an hour. That'll show the living dead.

So now that you've had this embarassing look into Greg's psyche, time to start the writing. Wish me luck, fooligans.