Wednesday, December 12, 2007

It's got to get better sometime, right?

I think the lack of sun is getting to me. I'm scowl-y all the time, I ache, I'm tired and I'm a fucking whiner. So pleasant.

I burned the shit out of the roof of my mouth on some lava-hot chili this afternoon, so now I'm in constant pain. I have to go be social. I like hanging out with these girls, but all I REALLY want to do is sit on the couch and read. Or watch CSI Miami.

OH! I had some seriously fucked up dreams last night. Or maybe it was all one dream... I don't know. Anyway, I remember being in the woods and this guy started chasing me with a straight razor, and then I got all these flashes of body parts- like he had lopped them off his victims. Then I started stabbing him in the back with a pen, but it turned out to be the Android - luckily I didn't kill him, but he still had like, 15 pen-sized holes in his back. I wiped them down and sprayed him with liquid band-aid and he went on his merry way.

Not a fun way to wake up, let me tell you.

I'm not sure what I ate last night that made me have such crazy head visions, but... no more.

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