Sep 03, 2005 23:11
I took a lot of vicodin last night. Well I mean not like a lot a lot, but a lot for me especially with all the beer I was drinking. Anyway, I had like 3 of the most vivid dreams I've ever had after I fanally passed out at like 6 in the morning. It was crazy how real they seemed. I don't know if it was the pills or what but it was crazy! You know like those dreams when you wake up and you're like, "Holy shit, that was a dream?" I was actually pissed when I woke up from one of them because I thought Coors had run away, but then I quickly realized that he was still sleeping right next to me. I fucking love that cat. I know, I'm a dork.
So I sat down on my parents deck to smoke my pre-work-bowl today and the padding in the chairs was still wet from the crazy ass storm that I drove home in fucked out of my mind this morning. I should have fucking known, but I was already in my work uniform and I didn't have time to change so I said fuck it and went to work with a wet ass.
Now I'm going to go hang with le douche.