I had some fucked up dreams about some deadline last night, I woke up on my floor holding my pillow over my head like it would protect me from falling shit. Im not sure what that means. I dont really give a fuck when it comes down to it. Ya know ?
I bought another iPod today, for shits an giggles. Do I really need another one ? No. But Its in the mail. Im pretty excited. Oh hey, Im gonna buy another one in june too, so fucking deal with that as it happens.
Yesterday, I was fuckin out of it, so if anyone tried to contact me, and I was a bat shit loon, Im fuckin sorry, I slept most of the day. Literally most of the day. I was awake like a total of 6 hours yesterday, and at no point was awake very long. Dunno what happened, I just needed to sleep, it was fucking refreshing, but I feel weird about it all at the same time. Fuck who knows.
Well, to start out, I drank twice during the week this week. Which is probably why Im wicked tired, and probably why my immune system was so low that I caught this horseshit bug thats going around. Im not fully sick, but Ive got a mean sore throat, and an evil cough. So I guess that sucks. Good times both nights I went out, once I went to the scoes, had a few strong whiskeys served by the ever lovely Jen. Then on thursday I went to the Thompsons to have a few rubys and a burger. 8 pitchers later, I stumbled into my home, and crashed. Which was nice, cause few things are better than being hung over on a friday.
I had a dream, I was at this bar, drinking with some coworkers. I woke up, and felt like sleeping more, so I hit my snooze button, this was in my “dream” as well. I woke up a few hours later 8:40 to be exact and I had to be awake at 5:30, nude in a house I didnt recognize, grabbed my shirt and my smokes and had to get home, cause thats were my car was. Im sure of it. I started running naked (not entirely out of the realm of possiblities) through a new housing complex that wasnt done being built. If your concerned about my bare feet getting impaled by nails I was too, trust me. I rounded a corner, and had to run along the very slim top of this grassy/cementy hill with a nasty pond down at the bottom. Im doing some good balancing, untill I see an african american version of the banjo kid from deliverance, staring at me, and begins to laugh maniacly, at this point I fall, and dont roll down the hill, Im airborne ya know, I see this nasty pond fully of yuckyness getting closer, right before I fall in, I stop to light a smoke, I am oddly bummed, cause I knew it was a full free pack that was gonna get wet. Good call there. Anyways, I fall in, and Its gross water, and I think to myself, why not just reverse time, go back, and not hit my snooze button. So I think about it while Im drowning, and as my breath goes, I rewind everything, I fall out of the water, I run backwards (still nude), I see myself sleeping, I see myself driving through a snow/rain slush, then sneaking my car out of a bar (on its side no less), I remeber seeing a friend of mine looking hot like a porn star (I wont mention her name) in a business suit, I see a friend of mine trying to get served but shes way too wasted, and I remember having the Pall Mall guys give me a free pack of camels, then the rewind stops, and I am standing at a music machine, thinking “shit I went back too far, I have to get wasted all over again” as I pick a song, I pick “mediocre bad guys” by Jack Johnson. As it starts playing, I feel my hand start to shake.
Why is it that… I have no idea about cars ? I just dont. I fucking hate them truth be told. Sorry I’m bitter, my lunch break was 1 hour longer than I had planned on, because my fucking battery died, while I was sitting at the park watching girls run, I mean going over some papers for work.
