Yes, not peace.
I didn’t leave this morning to go to D.C. We decided last night that I needed to stay and take care of Bob the cat. Bob the cat is really small for such a fluffy cat.
Depressed for no apparent reason this morning, maybe because I have unpleasant dreams? Nightmares? I was Buffy the Vampire Slayer last time I remember, and I couldn’t stab this one demon that looked like a Navi Avatar. She had carbon reinforced skin that was impenetrable. So it was like poking rubber with your finger, except I was stabbed her stomach with a very sharp knife. What was I supposed to do? The fictional character in my mind was trying to kidnap me and skin transplant me to be used as a puppet. I hate my dream scripts. Angel, Buffy x-lover, was there in all his splendor, but he also retained more of Booth’s character…..weird like the real actor was in my dream or something. That would be really strange. My brain is hurting herself now…ow. I should stop think about phenomenon it’s really not doing anything for me…or maybe its my headphones….?
Greek yogurt is my savior. And Dunkin Donuts collate strawberry and Tropicana.
Silverstien you rule the screamo-remix-world!