Another day of insomnia
Well its 0521, another day i can't sleep. I have finished off 3/4 of a bottle of wine and no drunkeness, no euphoria. I think too much and contemplate on what ifs. Part of it is a guilty conscience. School is starting on monday, I kinda like school. I always thought if I were rich I probably stay in school. Except i wouldn't enroll in them I would just stay and wander from class to class so I wouldn't have to do the homework. Writing was never my strong point, but it seems to calm me down. I still have memories of this teacher in high school miss tuninga or fat angry moo cow who haunts me in my dreams according to me. While grading my papers, she once asked me if English was my first language and if i spoke chinese at home. In my dreams she would throw uncooked rice at me and tell me to go cook it for her. Speaking of dreams, I had this dream were I was a schzophrenic patient having two mental images of same scenerio. One side thought I was a wealthy individual while the other side realized i was living in a hotel lobby pretending to own it. I better get to bed before the bitch wakes me up and wants me to do things for her. She is so needy and controlling. Like she wants me to get up and open the door for her, its cold, pee in the corner or something.