The Perfect Ending to a Very FUCKING WEIRD DAY
I'd have to agree with Russ, Shannon, Choley, etc. Today was weird.
Up until about 1pm, I thought today was Thursday. Until I went to fill out my intern stipend form, and realized it wasn't. I was subsequently depressed until five...I was exhausted. I typed a lot of crap up today, and sometimes it was right on, but then I'd fuck up while typing "go" and be like, whaa?
Anyway, reason for writing is this weird dream I just had. I just wrote scribbles about it down and was ready to pass back out again (been sleeping since 7ish) but my face isn't washed and my roommate was in the br. fuck her. Anyway:
I'm in my room in NJ and I decide I want to buy this big, expensive "goldfish" off the amazon.com (how ironic). I buy a huge tank for it and everything. I go to some political meeting in which I run into my next door neighbor (Kenneth, a friend\bully\friend again of mine since the 4th grade) and Jenn's (friend from hs who was an obvious dyke that came out after graduation) girlfriend. My mom is there, too. We all chat. Suddenly, I'm home again. In my room, with freaky thing that is now a snake\fish with NO HEAD. It's silvery and keeps biting my finger and hanging on...almost cartoonish. I keep flinging it off and it keeps coming back. It is now laying on my bedspread, looking like a pretty goldfish again. I run into my mom's room, terrified. SHE TELLS ME TO LET IT DIE. I feel horrific and don't want to let it die, even though it's bitten me so many times. I refuse to let the scary snakefish thing die.
SOMEHOW it gets into my mom's room, sheds its skin, looks all wet and silverly and scary, and it LOOKS at me (with the part of it that is supposed to be its head, but it looks all chopped off and gross) and lunges at me, ready to bite.
I wake up, groggy and terrified something is going to bite my feet. As I type this, I'm sitting in the dark, thinking that since I'm already fucking awake again, I should turn the lights on and diffuse this irrational fear.
Up until about 1pm, I thought today was Thursday. Until I went to fill out my intern stipend form, and realized it wasn't. I was subsequently depressed until five...I was exhausted. I typed a lot of crap up today, and sometimes it was right on, but then I'd fuck up while typing "go" and be like, whaa?
Anyway, reason for writing is this weird dream I just had. I just wrote scribbles about it down and was ready to pass back out again (been sleeping since 7ish) but my face isn't washed and my roommate was in the br. fuck her. Anyway:
I'm in my room in NJ and I decide I want to buy this big, expensive "goldfish" off the amazon.com (how ironic). I buy a huge tank for it and everything. I go to some political meeting in which I run into my next door neighbor (Kenneth, a friend\bully\friend again of mine since the 4th grade) and Jenn's (friend from hs who was an obvious dyke that came out after graduation) girlfriend. My mom is there, too. We all chat. Suddenly, I'm home again. In my room, with freaky thing that is now a snake\fish with NO HEAD. It's silvery and keeps biting my finger and hanging on...almost cartoonish. I keep flinging it off and it keeps coming back. It is now laying on my bedspread, looking like a pretty goldfish again. I run into my mom's room, terrified. SHE TELLS ME TO LET IT DIE. I feel horrific and don't want to let it die, even though it's bitten me so many times. I refuse to let the scary snakefish thing die.
SOMEHOW it gets into my mom's room, sheds its skin, looks all wet and silverly and scary, and it LOOKS at me (with the part of it that is supposed to be its head, but it looks all chopped off and gross) and lunges at me, ready to bite.
I wake up, groggy and terrified something is going to bite my feet. As I type this, I'm sitting in the dark, thinking that since I'm already fucking awake again, I should turn the lights on and diffuse this irrational fear.