2003-06-11|9:10 p.m.
Goddammit. I haven�t even started this paper.
The bookkeeper decided to take her vacation early, so I ended up having to get my little butt into her office at 6 AM this morning to do the books after getting home at 2:30 AM to take MM back up to LA.
So, when I got home from work I took a nap filled with coffee induced nightmares, which included my old roommate Am faking his death so that he could return to life like Jesus. His duped followers were very upset when I tried explaining that it was all a hoax.
Thanks MM and A for telling me that Tupac was going to return in the same fashion yesterday. It�s probably why that whole strange illusion happened.
The bad dream also included me peddling down the freeway on an �old school� scooter which got a flat. Looking for a way to fix it got me lost in a town I�d never seen before. I was then adopted into a white family who hated that I wasn�t white. So, I opted to get on a reality TV show which was a mix of the Mole, Survivor, and a dating elimination show (and I never watch these shows) all in one. But like the white family no one liked me, including the beefcake quarterback-type who was supposed to. I woke up in a cold, confused sweat.
Then I checked my email a million times, looked at diaryland, ate, looked at some porn (which I don�t typically do), took another more satisfying (fewer bad dreams) nap and am now staring at my screen.
This year has been the worst. I wish it was over.