Stupid nap attacks
They annoy me so. Or at least they do here, I'm not sure why. They didn't bother me when I was living with Jason. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that I could get online whenever I wanted to, so it didn't bug me if I missed a chance...but then, there's a lot of times here when I'm online and can't think of anything to do.
At any rate, I had several weird dreams, which I fell back asleep every time I tried to remember in detail. One of them involved my mom cooking me breakfast. (?!) I'm not sure what the hell she made, but she'd crumbled up some kind of snack cakes to put in it. I don't remember the other minor ones now.
The main one, however, involved me possibly killing someone & being worried about whether I'd done it or not. I think I was dating Jason, but we were living with Richard, or something weird like that. I remember cussing out Richard for spilling pop all over the fridge anyway. At any rate, I think I was trying to get into a store to buy more pop and some guy I was supposed to have known was in the way, so I got impatient and injured him in some way so I could get past him. I must've been so focused on getting my pop that I didn't stick around to find out how bad I'd hurt him. So later on I was pacing around in front of a pop machine and I was absolutely convinced that I was a murderer. Some random stranger was standing there too, and I was afraid that the expression on my face would reveal my crimes. Later on, whoever I was supposed to have killed showed up alive and well though.
In other news, last night there was so much snow on the porch & the railings that I almost thought I was back in Colorado. A lot of it apparently melted today though. It's strange...I don't even like snow (at least not if I have to get out in it), but if it was in Colorado I wouldn't mind. Unless of course I got trapped in my house and had to have helicopters dropping food. That'd suck badly. I imagine I'd have the whole "oh but that can't happen to meeeee!" thing going on, and be rudely proven wrong fairly quickly, though. I'm sure there's places to live in Colorado that don't get that much snow, but they're also probably places that aren't close enough to see the mountains, which would suck.
Got to talk to Jason about mostly unimportant drivel online today, finally. Usually anymore we have so little time to talk that we spend it all talking about what we've done, and don't get to talk about random memories or family stories or video games or philosophical shit or whatever. We really need to figure out a better time to talk, since most of the time he's asleep at the agreed-on time and I can't get ahold of him before he goes to work.
I guess I just need constant reassurance that he's not gonna dump me or something. Nothing he's said or done during the times I could actually get ahold of him makes me think he would, it's just hard for me to imagine "guy" and "cares about someone else's feelings" in the same sentence. I hate the way my life has made me in this respect, but luckily he seems to be one of the few guys who can actually put up with it. I know it would've driven Jeremy up the wall pretty damn fast, at least. :P
Ermm...oh yeah, a friend of mine has a webcomic now. It has the same sense of humor as 8-bit Theatre but includes multiple video games. I've discovered that I'm actually not all that fond of VGCats, probably because I haven't played most of the games they make fun of. But, I now have 700-odd back episodes of 8-bit Theatre to occupy me, wee. :)
At any rate, I had several weird dreams, which I fell back asleep every time I tried to remember in detail. One of them involved my mom cooking me breakfast. (?!) I'm not sure what the hell she made, but she'd crumbled up some kind of snack cakes to put in it. I don't remember the other minor ones now.
The main one, however, involved me possibly killing someone & being worried about whether I'd done it or not. I think I was dating Jason, but we were living with Richard, or something weird like that. I remember cussing out Richard for spilling pop all over the fridge anyway. At any rate, I think I was trying to get into a store to buy more pop and some guy I was supposed to have known was in the way, so I got impatient and injured him in some way so I could get past him. I must've been so focused on getting my pop that I didn't stick around to find out how bad I'd hurt him. So later on I was pacing around in front of a pop machine and I was absolutely convinced that I was a murderer. Some random stranger was standing there too, and I was afraid that the expression on my face would reveal my crimes. Later on, whoever I was supposed to have killed showed up alive and well though.
In other news, last night there was so much snow on the porch & the railings that I almost thought I was back in Colorado. A lot of it apparently melted today though. It's strange...I don't even like snow (at least not if I have to get out in it), but if it was in Colorado I wouldn't mind. Unless of course I got trapped in my house and had to have helicopters dropping food. That'd suck badly. I imagine I'd have the whole "oh but that can't happen to meeeee!" thing going on, and be rudely proven wrong fairly quickly, though. I'm sure there's places to live in Colorado that don't get that much snow, but they're also probably places that aren't close enough to see the mountains, which would suck.
Got to talk to Jason about mostly unimportant drivel online today, finally. Usually anymore we have so little time to talk that we spend it all talking about what we've done, and don't get to talk about random memories or family stories or video games or philosophical shit or whatever. We really need to figure out a better time to talk, since most of the time he's asleep at the agreed-on time and I can't get ahold of him before he goes to work.
I guess I just need constant reassurance that he's not gonna dump me or something. Nothing he's said or done during the times I could actually get ahold of him makes me think he would, it's just hard for me to imagine "guy" and "cares about someone else's feelings" in the same sentence. I hate the way my life has made me in this respect, but luckily he seems to be one of the few guys who can actually put up with it. I know it would've driven Jeremy up the wall pretty damn fast, at least. :P
Ermm...oh yeah, a friend of mine has a webcomic now. It has the same sense of humor as 8-bit Theatre but includes multiple video games. I've discovered that I'm actually not all that fond of VGCats, probably because I haven't played most of the games they make fun of. But, I now have 700-odd back episodes of 8-bit Theatre to occupy me, wee. :)