I woke up at 3.
Jessica and I were at a bar and felt sick from so much cream of corn. We were puking and the owner of the bar came to yell at us for drinking too much or something. We fought back a little because, well, it's hard not too. He made us pay. I was home and scared and remembering his disgusting face. I hear noises in the restroom, walk towards it, turn on the light, see a puddle of water and then I see his face in the mirror. I hadn't paid and he was in my house with the cops.
I woke up. It had all been a dream.
The sheets were soaked in the same sweat I was drenched in. The fan spun round and round but even the slow hum it makes couldn't drown the sound of my fast-beating heart. I uncovered myself and felt exactly what I knew I would: scared and cold.
I spoke to Omer; I like it when we're telepathically in sync. At least I like to think that's what we are.
I dragged myself to the living room, opened olivias cage and figured I'd have a good two hours of sleep.
BIG MISTAKE!
She was a pest- so annoying. Finally I fell asleep but I'm sure she misbehaved more that I know.
She's gotten to the christmas tree- that's gonna be fun! *read with sarcasm*. Between this and other things at home I feel like I'm going crazy. Sometimes I don't know what's missing, if it is missing, if its in a landfill in the middle of nowhere by now. Tupperwares taunt me from their Walmart isle- I should buy them all.
It always comes down to the same thing: shut up about it, suck it up, and find a new place. Which is exactly what I'm trying to do.
I discovered this today: I am SO not ready to have children.
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