I have a sinus headache. The cats have been fed. I just have to get out of this chair and make the next move of giving the dogs what the cats didn’t eat. Then I have to climb into the shower and get ready for my haircut. Haircut leads to driving my dad to the doctor to pick up his medicine, which leads to getting lunch at Taco Bell or some other place, which leads to 1 hour of work then I have the afternoon off.
Life is like this.
I don’t want to start the day.
I’m not depressed. I’m not down. I’m just sort of blah about the world today. I wanted to climb back into bed and sleep for a while. However, I slept in 10 minutes then knew that the dogs would pee all over the kitchen so I got up. That’s as far as responsibility goes today I guess. I’m out of step with the world.
I was worried about oversleeping so I gave myself a nightmare I guess. Usually it’s just something strange to get me up. This time, in the dream I woke up in a hospital bed. I glanced over and my former fiance was in the next bed. Her mother was there. The mother from hell. I tried to go back in the coma but she saw my eyes flicker. She started yelling at me then she started yelling at me even more as I played games on my PDA as she was screaming. Then I noticed the wedding ring on my finger.
It’s SO weird. I haven’t thought of either of them in years. I don’t care to, I’ve moved on. But hey, it was indeed the scariest dream I could come up with to wake myself up I guess.
Oh well. I’m slowly but surely getting my body in motion and I’m sort of climbing out of the chair to walk into the structure of the morning.
Help me.
Shoot me.
Just keep that ex the hell out of my dreams … and her mother too.
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