dream journal, perhaps
i sometimes wonder why i can't have helvetica on this.
last night i dreamt this one manager at work had found mistakes and faults in my cashing in at the till and had lost considerable amounts of money at the sales. it was all my fault, apparently. i don't remember much, but the feelings of dread and self-deprication and overwhelming guilt and helplessness overcame me, feeling stupid and useless. and in a lot of trouble. on the verge of the sack.
i only just remembered it now, at one in the morning. how silly.
i must start painting again, working on personal art projects. but i'm not getting anywhere, and the only thing i've made is a lego r2d2 and a mini millenium falcon.