A few things...
1. I had a fucked up dream just an hour ago during my unrelenting slumber wherein I was to be performing in a play called "the curse of the 26th wife" or something similar, and I was in a room alone on a bed with the man I was to be "marrying." He kept fondling me, which was mightily disturbing. I don't remember how dreamMollie reacted to this. Suddenly a "word from the sponsor" was heard from some spectral voice announcing the new Chevy Tiger and Toyota Rover... In barge two strange vehicles of sorts... like a tiger and a big fucking black Sirius-dog each with the (cabin?) of a truck planted firmly on its back. I pet the Rover and it was soft and warm, like a real dog. It sniffed me as the invisible announcer said something about "superior theft protection technology in the scent recognition system..." I remember telling the man next to me (who looked like a cross between Joe Dorigo and Viggo Mortensen... not entirely my type, we'll put it that way) that "this is the most amazing AI!" He warns me that something's not right about this... that "they" are monitoring me with the dog and tiger and I'd better get rid of them, so I open the door and tell them to "shoo." The two happily bound away, and misfit follows. A large fluffy thing glides past my head (I am suddenly somehow in a vast livingroom). It turns out to be some arch nemesis of mine embodied as a large demonic flying squirrel. Several elementary school children appear in the doorway as the evil mammal lacerates my arms with its evil little teeth, and I proceed to break its back. It goes limp and the kids protest, and I count out eleven bite marks to explain the necessity of my decision. Suddenly tens of hundreds of dogs of every variety pour out of the woods, wearing racing numbers, and a large crowd of people enter from just beyond my peripheral vision. The dogs return to their respective masters, all evidently quite pooped. A particularly old and smelly one wore number ??? and came in seventh. I put my hands on her shoulders and said "Oh, yay, honey, you came in seventh!" and her owner insisted "She thinks she came in first" so I apologized to the dog for misreading her medal. A haggard-looking lady approached me and pointed out her dog, inquiring as to my opinion-- "isn't he the most darling? He came in first." Idon't even remember what the hell the dog looked like, but he was chewing on my high-heeled mary jane shoe, and I insisted the woman pay be for the damage. She repaid me with a bag of receipts, food stamps, and... lord knows what else. I told her that was crap and I wanted money. She made some reference to being a lawyer, and I decided to take her to court. Then I woke up, felt exceedingly dizzy, stumbled through the hall to the bathroom, and...
Woke up. I was really dizzy and warm, so I rolledout of bed and crawled to the bathroom, dunked my face in the toilet, threw up, and
WOKE UP AGAIN, this time to my alarm clock, still feeling exceedingly dizzy, but noticably more (corporeal?). I felt like I'd been in a coma. I assume it's got to be somewhat tiring, like that.
Naps are a bad idea these days.
2. I am going to cut off my relationship with Jim as soon as he returns my call about what he wants me to do with all his shit. He's just too alcoholic. And if you look at it objectively, we never really were friends to begin with.
Woke up. I was really dizzy and warm, so I rolledout of bed and crawled to the bathroom, dunked my face in the toilet, threw up, and
WOKE UP AGAIN, this time to my alarm clock, still feeling exceedingly dizzy, but noticably more (corporeal?). I felt like I'd been in a coma. I assume it's got to be somewhat tiring, like that.
Naps are a bad idea these days.
2. I am going to cut off my relationship with Jim as soon as he returns my call about what he wants me to do with all his shit. He's just too alcoholic. And if you look at it objectively, we never really were friends to begin with.