Journal by Olga Nunes

Boxes

My world is a strange assortment of cardboard and packing tape, and it's a wonder how often one doesn't post once one's life gets complicated.

My dreams are tormenting me. Every small shiny thing that brings me solace gets twisted in the anxiety of sleep. For example, I bought an iPod, a little pink one, which is bringing me no end of joy. And during a dream a few nights ago, it's as if my brain went: Ooh, yes, what a lovely iPod. But what if.. your iPod went EVIL??? Then I commenced in having a dream where we couldn't say any personal things around our iPods, especially not birthdates, because the Evil iPods would catalog that information and use it against us. And the iPods, of course, were everywhere.

A little mermaid told me recently that I am in the IMDB. Which I think is no end of odd. My mission now is to figure out how to add as many strange and erroneous references to my vast film career as possible.