
See? Pays to have the upper body of an under developed twelve year old boy, no? It took me three tries to open the facking fridge at work today.
And now I am going to bed because yesterday I went out to grab some groceries and when I came home my apartment door was unlocked and I couldn't remember if I had locked it before I left or not and, even though I scoured the place and didn't find any rapists (or scandalously young men wishing to read Chekhov to me, naked), it really wigged me out to the point that I was checking the cabinet under my sink, my broom closet and the tiny amount of available space under my bed repeatedly.
And also I had a bad dream that I went down for the buffet lunch that was scheduled for today and there wasn't enough food left over for me so I had to make due with what was tantamount to scraps and, for some reason, I had to eat them outside and -while it was sunny and not cold in my dream - I was attacked repeatedly by wasps.
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What the hell have you been drinking? Or smoking?
Open doors reminds me of a funny story... I may have to post about it.
That reminds me: must get more rolling papers.
Actually, I have really vivid and bizarre dreams every night. Often when I wake up, the first thing Michael will ask me is what my dreams were before I forget them.
And then I tell him.
And he looks at me like I'm totally crazy.
And I say, "What did you dream about?" and so far he has been golfing, and was painting a fence. Pretty mundane, if you ask me...
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