Jan. 29th, 2014

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I had an odd dream last night. I don't remember a whole lot about it, but it consisted of me moving away from my family (who I haven't lived with in a year and a half) to a town nearby named Colfax.

Colfax doesn't look like itself in the dream, at all. I really wonder why I've been having dreams about moving there; this isn't the first one. Not to mention that there is almost nothing there.

What would be there for me? Legal weed? I don't like smoking that stuff.

But I think that the dreams are telling me that I should move away fairly soon to be more independent. I mean, I love Moscow, but I've been here for four years almost. I don't want to be stuck here forever. My therapist said that I should take a vacation first and then decide; that might be good to do eventually.

In any case, I have written 46,500 words. There are only about two or three chapters left to write, and then I'm calling it good. I might even finish writing it today, if that turns out to be the right thing.

Either way I'm proud of myself. Even if I don't get it published, I have still accomplished something, with all of the time that I have. Even most so-called productive members of society don't get something as big as that accomplished.

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