Dear Father,
Thank you for this day. Not a lot is going on. I’ve got a few things to do today. Yesterday Tr. showed me an intro to Warframe. I used to love Warframe, but I don’t think I can moderate it, the same as any other game. I guess I was disappointed in him. Even J. understands my position. I dreamed about it last night, although it was changed somehow.
It was a weird dream. The O. T. were in it. C. took one of them to do “taxes,” and also took my big t.v. I was pretty upset. Then B. S. was there. I don’t know what we talked about or what he said to me. It was just odd. And true to form, I woke up really early. If I dream videogames, or actually play them, it really affects my sleep.
It just kind of disrupts everything. Maybe it’s not as hard on my brain as drugs and alcohol, but I feel like my adrenal glands are just leaking adrenaline while I play. It doesn’t feel good. I wish I could get T. to understand. Maybe I just don’t hang out with him as much. I don’t know.
More later, hopefully.
Trem