Home Improvements?

What a night. Thought I would be able to sleep like a log. And I did. Only, I think it was a very disastrous log. So many dreams, too many. People who are in this world got to join people who have passed already. And it was so sensual I think I passed out when I was already passed out. And it actually made sense. But then I woke up with a painful throat and an ugly fever. And no it's no swine flu. I guess I have met so many human pigs in my life that I'm now immune. But I had to cancel an appointment which I didn't want to cancel. Shit, maybe I can reschedule. What started it was my house being hit by a home improvement earthquake. The next time it happens, I'm going to book myself into a hotel and come back when it's all finished. But then I cannot take my cats into a hotel, and my cats turn out to be super sensitive. They too don't like home improvements and get scared then start doing their business anywhere. And I'm never cross because I know how it feels. When I moved house some of them actually got a rash, called tension rash, because the move for them was too much. I understand. I don't get a rash, I just start acting weird, get very cranky, then very tired, then exhausted. Then I get strange dreams and wake up with a fever. Well, perhaps it's because my house has become closer still to a towering inferno. If a feng-shui expert came in here he;d have a heart attack. I've got a burgundy sitting room, red curtains all over, now I have a red room. Red as in cherry red, hot red, pillar box red. And I love it. I don't know why I love, no, need red so much. It gives me a boost. The few times I've tried painting my nails pink it only lasted for a day... back to red. I love the colour. Dom Mintoff would be proud. I could never live in a white house (yes I could live in *the* Whitehouse) with cream furnishings. It would kill my spirit. Cream is such a bland colour, and yet it looks good in magazines. Cream is safe, red spells danger. I guess I'm addicted to that also.