The downside of living in the boonies; had you lived in London you could probably find a dozen shops open at that time of night. Or morning, really.I'm sat up in me bed, wide awake, an' I really would murder someone right now for a curry.
Yeah I coulda gone hauling arse down the road in me jim-jams on a curry mission if I did. Oh woe is me. For once I'd like to live somewhere where I didn't have to drive 20 minutes for a pack of smokes an get there before 10PM 'cause everything's shut by then.The downside of living in the boonies; had you lived in London you could probably find a dozen shops.
Woke up in a panic early this morning thinking about a homework assignment that was due before Christmas from the 8th grade. NOT FUNNY, BRAIN.
Probably the mortgage that is due and I really cannot afford.Must be something about pre-holiday due dates or something.
If it does it again, I will stab it with a Q-tip.Um, that's err. Okay. Bad brain?
No, it seems that my brain is now more than ever determined to dredge up all of my past traumas and embarrassments for me to dwell on. AT TWO IN THE MORNING.Aww man, you telling me that crap doesn't stop the older I get??
Nope. I still have bad dreams about my exams, although by now I've managed to consciously tell myself in my dream "You graduated. It's a dream." which seems to end the dream as far as I can remember them.Aww man, you telling me that crap doesn't stop the older I get??
I very rarely remember my dreams, but I remember one I had last night. I was bodyguarding someone (I don't know who, but there was a specific threat against him from organised crime people. For some reason the car broke down (?) and we were somehow on the side of the road, slewed sideways, the person I was guarding was in the car and my partner was telling me to make sure he wasn't in danger and I was going "like what kind of danger?" when a pickup rammed the side of the car and my partner just says "that type." Somehow we all survived that, and there was a car chase afterwards (how did we get a new car?), but those are the only details I remember.Talking about brains, think I had the longest dream I've ever had tonight. I don't remember specifics
Through your ear or nostril? (Or other route that I really don't want to contemplate )If it does it again, I will stab it with a Q-tip.
No, it seems that my brain is now more than ever determined to dredge up all of my past traumas and embarrassments for me to dwell on. AT TWO IN THE MORNING.
2011 cannot end soon enough; this has been, by and far, the worst year of my life.