dreams
I had many bizarre and scary dreams last night. 2 involved wes. 1 involved Jason and TSI. The rest I don't recall. I woke up and almost didn't realize where I was.
In the first about wes was that I saw him out or something and he had lost his job and gotten evicted and was working at carraba's and I felt horrible for him even though he seemed happy. It was awful. That was basically it.
Then in the next I was picking something up from his house and this boy who'd waited on us at Dona Maria's that he'd given his number to on a lark (or was it really? Sometimes I can't believe some of the crap I put up with) -was waiting outside his house to fuck him. I started laughing at the boy and I think kicked him (he was squatting beside the door) and telling him to have at it. Very strange.
Then the one about Jason was that he'd gotten back from his trip away and we were hanging out and having fun and starting work on the new bar, but somehow I had told basically the whole world all about it and then Jason was mad at me and Christy had bought the building again and it was all my fault. Strange and awful again.
I don't know what caused all of these crazy dreams except for the fact that I was exhausted from having gone out way too much this weekend and I hadn't eaten much.
I really desperately want to rant about something that just irritates the living shit out of me but I just can't seem to put it into words appropriately. Like I'm so annoyed and at the same time I realize how totally worthless it is to talk about. It's an odd feeling, but it will probably dissipate once I go swimming. Hooray for the endorphins of exercise!
Thursday I have the entire day off and I will have paid rent and will finally be able to spend the day shopping for all of those fun necessities you realize you need when you move- things like mops and garbage cans and hampers. Oh joy!
And I'm making an appointment with a dermatologist today. Hallelujah Praise the Lord Amen!
In the first about wes was that I saw him out or something and he had lost his job and gotten evicted and was working at carraba's and I felt horrible for him even though he seemed happy. It was awful. That was basically it.
Then in the next I was picking something up from his house and this boy who'd waited on us at Dona Maria's that he'd given his number to on a lark (or was it really? Sometimes I can't believe some of the crap I put up with) -was waiting outside his house to fuck him. I started laughing at the boy and I think kicked him (he was squatting beside the door) and telling him to have at it. Very strange.
Then the one about Jason was that he'd gotten back from his trip away and we were hanging out and having fun and starting work on the new bar, but somehow I had told basically the whole world all about it and then Jason was mad at me and Christy had bought the building again and it was all my fault. Strange and awful again.
I don't know what caused all of these crazy dreams except for the fact that I was exhausted from having gone out way too much this weekend and I hadn't eaten much.
I really desperately want to rant about something that just irritates the living shit out of me but I just can't seem to put it into words appropriately. Like I'm so annoyed and at the same time I realize how totally worthless it is to talk about. It's an odd feeling, but it will probably dissipate once I go swimming. Hooray for the endorphins of exercise!
Thursday I have the entire day off and I will have paid rent and will finally be able to spend the day shopping for all of those fun necessities you realize you need when you move- things like mops and garbage cans and hampers. Oh joy!
And I'm making an appointment with a dermatologist today. Hallelujah Praise the Lord Amen!