broken glass and water
I'm trying to remember, through the countless times I woke up from the cat yelling at me... I had dreams of inevitable doom, a punctured fish tank and illogical ways to fix it that i didnt believe, yes the only theme of the sleep cycle seemed to be that I wasn't believing illogical bullshit but it was coming to fruition anyway. Good thing dreams die. I would rather live in a world that at least has some sense. I am craving potatoes au grautin or hashbrowns with cheese and maybe bacon. I suppose I will just stay hungry til I can't take it and eat some bullshit. I can't feel the bullshit quite yet, but I will get hungry enough eventually. I want whiskey and coke and menthols. That is my phrase of the week. Get over it. <3