i think i wanna take you home
I spent Saturday alternately playing videogames, watching videogames being played, and freaking out about the impending snow storm (which as of now - Sunday in the AM - still hasn't hit, although it's trying hard). Throughout the day I had moments (more like strings of moments) where I didn't feel like myself. I felt like someone else was controlling the words I said, the expressions I found my facial muscles forming. My 50 minute drive home was riddled with such separate moments, but I distinctly remember the regular ones as well (for instance, when my road rage flared a couple times - pretty typical of me).
Michelle Pfeiffer (spelling butchered I'm sure) reminds me of my mom. Marg from CSI also reminds me of her. Clarifying: they remind me of my mom post-divorce from my dad.
My dreams last night were filled with flirting and torture. I was a boy again. We were running from a man who wanted to hurt us. The elevators confused us.
It seems like typical domestic things should be much easier for me than they are.