puddin

again with the puddin!
This time is was caramel. I am not buying them anymore.
My dog was covered in it and my bedspread too. I did my morning abolutions and then came back into my room. And sat in it. Reached over to rub the dogs tummy and encountered sticky puddin hairs. YUK!

Last night I dreamed one of those regular dreams again. The zapping and faster than light speed travel through other peoples minds and eyes and the lost feeling that even a memory of takes my breath away. The feeling was eternity, unending wearisome lone-alone-ness.

No wonder I eat puddin in my sleep.