A dream is a wish your heart makes
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whiski_sourAnd my heart apparently not only wishes for my death, but the death and maiming of others.
Last night I dreamt I got into it with Michael Myers from Halloween yet again, but this time he did not kill me. He did, however, stab me in the stomach (down by where your appendix is) and the knife became inbedded in the fat there and I ended up escaping and going to the hospital.
The hospital staff, though, hated me and I was there for two days bleeding to death and bitching about how I was getting blood on my new shirt. I ended up removing the knife from my stomach myself because some guy tried to fuck with me and I was all like, "I am not in the mood. OMG I KEEL U!" and I pulled the knife from my stomach and stabbed him. He got faster treatment than I did. I also broke some chick's nose because she would not shut up.
In the end, I woke up very pissed off over the fact no one would tuck my giblets back in and sew me up. The bastards.
I'm feeling rather wonky again today. I think it might have something to do with sleeping (or feeling like I'm not getting enough of it) but I'm not sure. It's not a down right sick feeling, it's just a yucky feeling that makes me want to stay in bed all day, but I'd feel guilty if I did.
I dunno why I'd feel guilty. It's not like a I do anything anyway.
Last night I dreamt I got into it with Michael Myers from Halloween yet again, but this time he did not kill me. He did, however, stab me in the stomach (down by where your appendix is) and the knife became inbedded in the fat there and I ended up escaping and going to the hospital.
The hospital staff, though, hated me and I was there for two days bleeding to death and bitching about how I was getting blood on my new shirt. I ended up removing the knife from my stomach myself because some guy tried to fuck with me and I was all like, "I am not in the mood. OMG I KEEL U!" and I pulled the knife from my stomach and stabbed him. He got faster treatment than I did. I also broke some chick's nose because she would not shut up.
In the end, I woke up very pissed off over the fact no one would tuck my giblets back in and sew me up. The bastards.
I'm feeling rather wonky again today. I think it might have something to do with sleeping (or feeling like I'm not getting enough of it) but I'm not sure. It's not a down right sick feeling, it's just a yucky feeling that makes me want to stay in bed all day, but I'd feel guilty if I did.
I dunno why I'd feel guilty. It's not like a I do anything anyway.
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Date: 2004-10-11 08:44 pm (UTC)Feel better soon ChiChibean!
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Date: 2004-10-11 08:50 pm (UTC)Maybe you could have made my scar a "Z" like Zorro.
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Date: 2004-10-17 01:21 am (UTC)WL,
Missy
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Date: 2004-10-17 11:37 am (UTC)