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Friday, October 22, 2004

in short, everything was smashed up

*rocks out to Asian Kung-Fu Generation* This band kicks ass! So, I feel better today. Yesterday I felt poopy. And in fact, up until 6am this morning, I felt really poopy. But not any more for some reason. I find that if I don't eat, I feel better hungry than when I actually put something in my stomach. I know this sounds strange--do not fear--it is merely a side-effect of the Zyban (which I have become very familiar with). Still, can't wait until I've been on it for 7 days, then the side effects will lessen or disappear altogether. I better quit for good this time because I don't think I could take getting used to Zyban again. It makes me feel seriously ill.

So, time to stop the teasing. I must finally post the weird-ass dream I had with Hagan in it. So I don't know how it starts and I can't remember how it ends, but it's really the middle that is important. So, Hagan had take a three-year vow to this car wash place. And after three years, when the vow is up, the person becomes "dead to the world". And there's no renewing. You can't decide you like the car wash world and re-vow. You decide when you join. Hagan had said three years, and in my dream, his three years were up. So I decide to "rescue" him. I drive to the gas station where he works the car wash. I pull up, and tell Hagan to run. He gives me a puzzled look but then nods affirmatively and hightails it outta there. Next, I get out of my car and there is this special rubber/spongy pad under my car that will destroy the car wash if it is removed. Flash to the old ladies working the counter of the gas station. Both are distracted gossiping. I take my opportunity and pick up the rubber mat and hurl it into the distance. I hop back in my car and my dad is there. He tells me that he thinks I did the right thing. I say that I hope so, and then realize that the old ladies have seen me. I put it in drive and squeal out of there.

Yeah--not nearly as cool as you thought it would be, eh? Well, there were many more weird details that have blurred with time. Ah well...

So I don't know what to do. There is lots of stuff that I have to and should do, but I don't feel like doing them right now. I feel like either going to sleep (though I was going to try to stay up until 1pm), or going somewhere and doing something. Well, I will wait until Nailz gets home and see if she is interested in doing something. Was thinking this morning that I should just splurge and get the LCD monitor. But that is my compulsive shopper talking. I'm bored, so I want to spend money. *sigh*

Something to think about. Thanks to Book Kitten for the tip off and link. :)
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