February 27, 2002 :: 12:41 p.m.
wasting time
I must go pick up my grandmother and take her to get a phone soon, but I wanted to write a bit before I leave. I had the most bizarre dream last night. There was a cat that looked just like one of my kitties (Tango), only he was a boy and his fur was this dark purplish color. This cat adored me for some reason. At some point he turned into a guy, and we went all over this city that I do not live in, doing... things that I don't remember. I vaguely recall something about I-Zone sticky film pictures having acid blotters covering the sticker part, though. I remember some other little things, but I won't go into them for fear of messing them up. I mean, what if I'm wrong? What if I just
think something happened in the dream, but it really didn't? Because you know, I can't go around mis-reporting my dreams. That would be a big, fat no-no.
Last night my knee hurt like someone had gone at it with a sledgehammer. I don't know why, because I'm quite certain that no one actually attacked me with a sledgehammer. It's better now, though, so enough about that.
The phone has been ringing off the hook this morning. I haven't been answering it, because I'm relatively sure that 5 times out of 10 it was my grandma, calling to tell me that I'm late. Ah! There it goes again. Shut up, you horrid machine. I don't want to talk to you. *sigh* I suppose I should go fulfill my granddaughterly duties before she breaks her finger from dialing my number so often. I'll write more later, I'm sure, because what else do I have to do?
Jesus christ! It's ringing again. I swear to god... I must leave now or I may be driven mad by the constant ringing. Die, infernal invention of the devil! You cause me nothing but pain!
Argh.
back & forth
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