Freaky.
Went to the movies yesterday with Cody and Michelle. The Exorcism of Emily Rose is more of a comedy than a horror.
Afterwards we went to get some coffee, and the whipped cream in mine tasted like poison bubbles. I started getting really bad stomach pains.
The day before, I was sick, too. I had a migraine, so I took my midrin, then I threw them up, so I took a few more, then I threw up again. Thus began the cycle of losing five pills. I'm fine now, though.
I had a freakish dream last night. Really freaky. It's under the cut.
I have my eyes closed and I'm taking a shower. Everything seems fine, except for a little weird smell. I open my eyes and look down, and the water is up to the middle of my calves, and the shower walls have yellowed, badly. It seems like something is under the water, because there's movement and stuff. So I poke around with my feet, and it turns out raw chickens are swirling around in the tub. Pretty much I'm going "What the fuck" when I notice something dripping down the wall, so I look.
Bloody. Abortions.
There were 1-week to 3-month old aborted babies on my shower wall, hanging from umbilical chords. Not to mention, every few seconds, blood would gush out of the end of the umbilical chord.
Now there was blood dripping into the water, and I look down, and there's still the raw chickens. What. The. Fuck.
I'm supposed to be taking a fucking shower.
Also, I got the Garbage CD today.