supposed to be a blog post

This morning I didn't want to get up.  I had a dream a busload of ghouls arrived in our driveway.  They were supposed to be funny.

Last night was our NDE filmscreening.  It was supposed to be a fundraiser.  It was more like a funraiser.  The movie was good.  I met a few people.  I hugged some people who made me feel dirty.

Now I'm still tired and feeling like I can't be around people at all.  But I'm supposed to go to writers group in an hr.