July 02, 2003 :: 4:07 p.m.
I am truly my own worst enemy
I just sent out three resumes via email, as per the instructions in the various classified ads. Hopefully someone will respond, but I'm really not getting my hopes up. I will be poor until I die in the attic of my parents' house.
Also, I have come to the definite and irrefutable conclusion that my subconscious enjoys terrifying me and would really like to see me pee all over myself. My dreams last night and this morning featured bats. I do not like bats. They cause me to throw myself to the ground and scream like a very cowardly woman. The first dream took place on a college campus, presumably LVC even though it didn't really look like it. The bat came diving at my head and then chased me around a lot. It was no good. The second one was actually more unpleasant, because the bat was in my bedroom and for a moment after I woke up I actually thought it was real. I heard this squeaking noise (in the dream) and I thought it was my ceiling fan, but it turned out to be a bat, flying around my room. It landed on one of my little bookcase things and proceeded to make very creepy faces at me by stretching its mouth out with its fingers. Then it flew at my bed, at which point I jumped up and threw my comforter at it in an effort to pin it down long enough for me to get help. It didn't work, though; it was able to follow me from under the blanket, snatching at my pant legs. Then I woke up. The ceiling fan should have given it away, really, because if you tried to put a ceiling fan in my room you'd very literally chop your head off, but unfortunately my dreams don't care much for logic or reason, as we know. Sadistic fucking subconscious.
I should walk the dog, but I'll probably wait until Joe and Joe bring over their new puppy (who isn't a puppy at all). They're picking it up at the Humane Society as I write this. He's a cute dog - a spaniel mix, I think, who looks surprisingly like Buddy. They should get along well, as Buddy loves meeting other dogs and it says that this dog does too.
I'm hungry. Mucho hungrio. I think I'll go microwave some mac and cheese and wait for the new canine to arrive. Yes, I am very lazy. I'm aware.
Ciao.
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