But I crumble completely when you cry... I'm always just about to go...
I should have stayed in bed this morning.
I woke up in the middle of some psychotic dream. I was being held hostage in my dad's house by my boss... for some reason, he attached pots of boiling water to my arms and said that he would let me go if I swallowed all the water, two bowls of salsa, and two bowls of chips. Jump ahead... I'm escaping, and suddenly I'm in my mom's garage and I'm stealing her car (my keys work on everything?). The rest of the dream has me on the run. I visited the airport multiple times... apparently my escape was also being publicized on TV. Jewel, the singer-songwriter, called me on my cell phone, interested in my run from the law. It was all very bizarre. When my alarm went off, I had enlisted the help of my father and we were inching through some tight crawlspace under the airport.
I sat in bed for ten minutes because I couldn't bring myself to move.
When I pulled into the parking lot, I discovered that I did not have my wallet. Charming. There is a 50% chance of starvation, I think.
I have a Q&A session with some VP at ten... urgh. All I want to do is curl up and close my eyes. It's gloomy outside. It's gloomy in my head. Give me my comforter and a pillow and I'm done with it.
I could see myself stumbling upon some horrifying HP spoiler today. That's what kind of day this is. I've already turned my comments to Friends Only so that no idiots come running around posting random shit. Freaking book leak. I'm almost afraid to touch my computer... if I see a spoiler, I'm screaming.
I'm going to go listen to some Distorted View and the Arctic Monkey's brilliant new album while I try to cheer myself up and stay awake for the next seven hours of my life.
*face....DESK*
-A
I woke up in the middle of some psychotic dream. I was being held hostage in my dad's house by my boss... for some reason, he attached pots of boiling water to my arms and said that he would let me go if I swallowed all the water, two bowls of salsa, and two bowls of chips. Jump ahead... I'm escaping, and suddenly I'm in my mom's garage and I'm stealing her car (my keys work on everything?). The rest of the dream has me on the run. I visited the airport multiple times... apparently my escape was also being publicized on TV. Jewel, the singer-songwriter, called me on my cell phone, interested in my run from the law. It was all very bizarre. When my alarm went off, I had enlisted the help of my father and we were inching through some tight crawlspace under the airport.
I sat in bed for ten minutes because I couldn't bring myself to move.
When I pulled into the parking lot, I discovered that I did not have my wallet. Charming. There is a 50% chance of starvation, I think.
I have a Q&A session with some VP at ten... urgh. All I want to do is curl up and close my eyes. It's gloomy outside. It's gloomy in my head. Give me my comforter and a pillow and I'm done with it.
I could see myself stumbling upon some horrifying HP spoiler today. That's what kind of day this is. I've already turned my comments to Friends Only so that no idiots come running around posting random shit. Freaking book leak. I'm almost afraid to touch my computer... if I see a spoiler, I'm screaming.
I'm going to go listen to some Distorted View and the Arctic Monkey's brilliant new album while I try to cheer myself up and stay awake for the next seven hours of my life.
*face....DESK*
-A