IÂ’ve been sleeping a lot. I think IÂ’m depressed again.
Last night I tried to watch the movie The Impossible and I lasted about 15 minutes before I fell asleep and drooled all over BlakeÂ’s belly. That was around 8pm. Then I got up at 4:30am for work and actually started early because my pancreas is bugging me (dunno why this time) and I wanted to go back to bed as soon as possible. So at 7:45am I went back to sleep and had the craziest dream about evil, pot smoking fairies that I wish I could remember and write down because it would have been fucking GOLD, very de LintÂ…
Â…FUCK. BlakeÂ’s aunt died and now we probably have to go to Militiagan for the week. FUCK FUCK FUCK. ItÂ’s not that I have anything AGAINST Militiagan, itÂ’s that I really really hate working from another location. IÂ’m also on the rag and Lunapads arenÂ’t exactly travel-worthy. Ugh. This suuuuuuuuuuucks. (ItÂ’s not an aunt he was particularly close to or anything, IÂ’d never even heard of her until today. SheÂ’s his cousinsÂ’ grama.)
UGH.
UGH.
UGH.
I canÂ’t afford to pay for roaming on my phone right now either. :( If IÂ’m roaming, does playing Pocket Frogs count as data usage?
Now IÂ’m in a shitty mood. I was in a perfectly fine mood until Blake messaged me with this. Now my dream is 100% out of my brain and into the ether because he made me think about real life things. FUCK.
Â…And the vice principal just called and MadisonÂ’s exam on Thursday is drama, which is a play, so she canÂ’t make that one up so if we go, sheÂ’s staying home. This is fucking bullshit. Fuck this, IÂ’m not going. If we canÂ’t all go, I say we send flowers since itÂ’s not even a close relative and call it a day. ItÂ’s not like we can afford to go anyway.
UGH.
BUT! My wonderful friend, Miss Manda Leigh, found me THESE gorgeous things on eBay just now, in my size, which Blake told me to purchase and have sent to his momÂ’s house (because they didnÂ’t ship internationally). They are Doc Martens so you know theyÂ’re good and that theyÂ’ll fit perfectly. Behold:
I loves them.
I loves them so fucking much.
I could kick someoneÂ’s fucking ass in these.
I knew if I put it out there someone would see something awesome!
Crowd-sourcing FTW!
Â….And Blake and I have decided to just send flowers to the funeral home and call it a day. THANK GOD. This was getting complicated and stressful. I had to take 2 clonazepam just to answer the phone when the vice principal called who A) should have called BlakeÂ’s cell instead of our house, which is the # he left on her voicemail and B) who fucking told Madison about the funeral, who had NO IDEA, and so she texted Blake 300 times while he was in a meeting wondering who died. THANKS, VICE PRINCIPAL FUCKFACE. YOUÂ’RE SWELL.
I have done so much screaming today my throat is literally sore, both from being extremely frustrated with life and also from being excited about shoes. Today is definitely a bittersweet day.
IÂ’m really bummed about losing that dream. It was the kind of dream that was so good, so interesting, that you force yourself to go back to sleep to keep having it. And now itÂ’s gone. Thanks a lot, universe.
Now IÂ’m going to go find food and wrack my brain for dream details. Have a lovely day.
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