Writer's block

I'm no writer so I don't think I can even use that term, but if I did have it, I'm sure this is what it would feel like.

I'm sure most bloggers have felt this at some stage. My head is full of thoughts and ideas but they're flying by so fast I can't seem to focus on one long enough to be able to write about it. I hate this.

But at least I'm finnished varsity. Yay.

I really do feel like writing though so I guess I'll just explain the very disturbing dream I had last night.

I was pregnant. Blacked out during labour. Had the baby. Went to a pub where I put the baby i the fridge to "keep it safe". Had a few shooters and was called to the kitchen. It turns out the cook, a large Xhosa lady, had accidentally cooked my baby. At least I thought it was accidental until I was told that I had been so drunk, I was the one who had prepared my baby for the boil by slicing him up.

The worst part was feeling afterwards that it was a good thing that my baby was cooked to death, that way I wouldn't have to deal with parenting.

I woke up and was feeling very unsettled. Wouldn't you?