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So, yesterday was my birthday. In and of themselves, birthdays don't mean anything to me. I don't particularly care for them but I don't hate them either.. they're just another day although I do admit I like the added attention so far as it isn't overblown. Kat, thankfully, seems to feel similarly and did just enough for me to remind me I'm not invisible but not so much that I felt uncomfortable. I spent the majority of the day doing what I always do -- surfing, sleeping, etc -- but she and Joel came and picked me up around 6:00 and they took me to Thai Beer for dinner where I opened my present-- The Legends of the Ferengi -- and just had an enjoyable meal and conversation overall. It felt great to have some human contact again but it felt even better to finally have some real food after three months of frozen pizzas, ham sandwiches, and Burger King. I can't remember the name of what I had but it was rice vermicelli, pork, spinach, onions, peppers, and egg and really, really good.. I want more but my carton here next to me is depressingly empty. I should buy a mail order SE Asian bride. :p
Current Mood:  hungry
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As detailed in this thread and mentioned ad nauseam since, I was hit by a car while walking to work and broke my left leg in three places on November 3rd of last year. I was in the hospital for a little over five days, one of which was spent in ICU, and have a rod and three screws in my leg as a result. Originally, I was told that I'd be able to walk somewhat six to eight weeks after the accident but I was doubtful when given the prognosis and wound up being correct.. Christmas and New Year's Day came and went with me still in a wheelchair but I have evidently been getting healthier and stronger with each passing day because today, when I stood up to get something, I accidentally shifted too much weight to my injured leg and only had a momentary wince of pain. Taking that as an omen, I thought I'd test it out and then grabbed my keys and the bag of garbage waiting to be taken out and then walked outside, first to the dumpster about thirty yards from my doorway, then to the mailbox another twenty yards further, and finally back to my apartment, all without a wheelchair, walker, or any other stabilizing element except the occasional outstretched hand. It was pretty easy and my leg doesn't hurt at all afterwards but it did tire me out. I've been mostly immobile with only my arms getting any appreciable amount of exercise for the past three months so I'm obviously (even more) out of shape so I'm going to have to take these little walks slowly and spaced out over hours or even days but it feels great to even be able to do this at all. I can walk though and that's all I care about.
Current Mood:  accomplished
Current Music: "Combat Baby" - Metric
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( I'd love to have this shirt )I didn't call my parents this weekend. I had every intention of doing so like I have most every other week save three or four since I moved but I just didn't feel like it. I did get a chance to talk to my stepdad on AIM when I signed on at 5:00 this morning due to insomnia though. If you remember, he quit his job at Coca-Cola about four months ago and went to school to become a trucker and then took a job with the company that comped him. They wound up screwing him out of half his paycheck for about a month straight though so he quit and is now working with a new company that he started working for last Monday. He had to take a bus to Memphis to get it and my family's east of Chattanooga. For anyone unfamiliar with Tennessean geography, that's a fucking long way.. Memphis borders Arkansas and Cleveland, my hometown, is less than an hour from North Carolina. It's a better company with better pay and benefits so it was worth it in the end though. With any luck, they'll have their heads above water before 2006 rolls around.. it's pretty bad when your 23 old disabled son is probably the one that's in the best financial shape in the immediate family. Aside from that, my past few days have been a bore. I didn't do anything but watch movies on Saturday ( 50 First Dates, My Cousin Vinny -- both 3 stars -- and 21 Grams -- 1 star) and not even that on Sunday. To top it off, I couldn't sleep last night so I wound up cleaning around my place since I'd let it clutter up over the past week. I even washed dishes for the first time in two months. If I had let some of the bowls sit much longer, they would have had indigenous cultures trading with one another.. it wasn't pretty. Since I'd washed dishes the night before, I didn't feel like dirtying them tonight and I don't have much to eat anyway so I decided I'd brave the cold rain and wheel myself to Burger King to get a value meal. Once there, I ordered my meal and since I was in a wheelchair, I guess the manager decided I needed pity or something so she talked to me while my meal was being made. It wasn't too annoying except for the stupid questions (yes, it's cold out there; yes, it sure is rainy) and I did find out something really surprising: she has family in my hometown, which she named without prompting from me when I told her I was from Tennessee. I think my jaw hit the ground at the revelation.. the world is tiny sometimes.
Current Mood:  tired
Current Music: "It's Been a While" - Staind
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Accent: I really don't know anymore. Kat and Joel tell me I have a distinct but not very pronounced Southern accent but others have told me any number of things, including a Northern and even Canadian accent. I've not once been asked where I'm from since moving to the Pacific Northwest though and I even had Cervaise tell me that he couldn't hear it and he's had voice training so I tend to think it's negligible. Breast size: Hell if I know. Chore you hate: All of them. Probably cooking though. Dad's name: Jim. Essential make-up item: Chapstick is as close as I come. Favorite cologne: Preferred Stock. Gold or silver: Silver. Hometown: Cleveland, Tennessee Insomnia: All the time, including currently. Job title: Caretaker. Kids: None and not planning on any. Living arrangements: I live alone in a 2Br, 1.5 bath apartment. Might start advertising for a roomate soon though. Mom's birthplace: Manhattan, New York Number of apples you've eaten: Probably less than a hundred. I'm not a big fan of apples. Overnight hospital stays: The five nights I was in the hospital for my leg are all I remember. Phobia: Heights, hives, and hive insects. Religious affiliation: None unless you're one of those people that consider atheism a religion Siblings: Three half-sisters, a stepbrother, and a stepsister. Time you wake up: Anywhere from 10:00am to 3:00pm. Unnatural hair colors you've worn: None although I've thought about it before. If I want blue hair, it'd probably be better to do it while I'm 23 and working for a private employer than when I'm 35 and, hopefully, working in a more professional environment. Vegetable you refuse to eat: Lima beans; green beans; peas; whole kernel corn; and a hell of a lot of others. Worst habit: Laziness; idleness; sloth; and redundancy. X-rays you've had: At least three of my leg. Not aware of any others. Yummy foods you make: I burn water. Zodiac sign: Aquarius. ( What I Was in High School. (Real Surprising) )
Current Mood: bored
Current Music: "Love Me Like That" - Michelle Branch
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I got the check. Never has a piece of paper ever made me so happy. Just needs deposited now and I can finally start breathing easier. I also got my CD, Michelle Branch's Hotel Paper, from ![[info]](http://library.vu.edu.pk/cgi-bin/nph-proxy.cgi/000100A/http/web.archive.org/web/20050206033649im_/http:/=2fstat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) slvrfire in the mail finally and have been listening to it nonstop for the past eight hours. I still prefer The Spirit Room for the time being but it takes three or four dozen replays of an album before I get a real opinion on it so that could very well change sometime in the next week or two. Aside from that, the last four or five days have been uneventful. I finally managed to finish 1633 over the weekend and have read about four chapters of Subterranean by James Rollins though. After four months of slogging through it, it feels great to have that behind me. The strange thing is, it picked up at the last hundred pages and I'm actually thinking about picking up the third installation in the series if Amazon has it cheap enough. I got it in my mind to clean up around the place too and except for my dishes, -- which will probably never be washed -- everything is nice and neat and in its place. While cleaning out my stack of documents, I also ran across some pictures -- including one of me at maybe two years old in my granny's lap with my two older sisters and two older cousins surrounding us -- and decided that my apartment was too plain with no art on the walls so I taped up about eight pictures on my west wall, which is right next to my desk. Now when I start to feel lonely, I just look at what I have taped up and smile. Not quite the same as having friends over but it's better than nothing.
Current Mood:  content
Current Music: "One of These Days" - Michelle Branch
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I just got the mail and found two largish boxes, a smaller one, two pieces of junk mail, and a bill. The junk mail went in the trash obviously but the bill, which I am trying to ignore and/or forget, is from my insurance agency telling me that I have until the 19th to pay $445 or will have my policy terminated. I sent an email off to my lawyer to see if there is any way that can be deferred until my settlement and I am hoping it will. Otherwise, I'm going to have to use my credit card and it doesn't have very much more than that amount on it and if it's maxed out, I won't have any emergency money left when my bank account dries up either this month or next. Blah. While opening that sucked, opening the boxes definitely didn't. The first one I opened was from vivalostwages and had five of the seven tapes of Enterprise and Joan of Arcadia I've missed since breaking my leg. She continues to surprise me with her thoughtfulness, especially when I've never been able to repay her in the year and a half she's been taping these shows for me. That's around fifty VHS cassettes she's sent me, not to mention the small presents she's occasionally sent. The most I've given her in return is $10. I think if I have some money left over from the settlement, I am going to send her some money or buy her something really nice, one. The second box was from another Doper and had more gifts in it from rocking chair, someone that sent me a previous care package that I wasn't expecting anything further from. The last box had a Spock teddy bear (that I have sitting on my bookcase), four paperback novels, some Tastey Cakes (s/he's from Philadelphia), and I think a couple other things I forgot. This time around, it was a letter telling me to keep my spirits up, a bag of mint Hershey Kisses, and four books: The Zimmerman Telegram by Barbara W. Tuchman; The Devil in the White City by Erik Larson; Tesla: Man out of Time by Margaret Cheney; and Tinder Box: The Iroquois Theatre Disaster of 1903 by Anthony P. Hatch. Very cool. The coolest thing of all was in the small box though. Once I saw its size, I knew it had to be one of two things and I didn't open it up until the end to save the best for last, so to speak, and it didn't disappoint: it was Garden State! WHOO! I know what I'm going to be doing tonight. Despite that damned bill, this is a very good day. :)
Current Mood: chipper
Current Music: "Touche" - Godsmack
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So, I finally got around to seeing the doctor yesterday after having to reschedule the past couple weeks after Kevin, my lawyer, arranged for a medical taxi to take me to and fro the hospital. It's all being charged to his account for the time being and I assume will be included amongst the fines and fees of the settlement. The appointment was at 2:15 and the cab to the office came to get me around 1:30 and the driver and I talked about movies while en route. It was a pleasant enough conversation, which was surprising.. I guess I just expected the cabbie to be quiet and that I'd read my book in the backseat but it went well so I didn't mind. Once at the hospital, I was ushered into the X-Ray room pretty damn quickly, had those done, and was then off to the offices themselves in thirty minutes, tops. A ten minute or so wait later and I was talking to the doctor in one of his rooms too, which was shocking. Last time, it took me a good forty-five minutes to even get in there and another twenty or so to see the doctor. Anyway, he was pretty enthusiastic about my healing and showed my x-rays and explained that things were coming along great and that my movement was really good too so my progress is going along better than average, which I was pleased to hear. What I was not pleased to hear was when I told him that I needed to be completely and totally healed to perform my job as a caretaker safely and he agreed, telling me that it would be June -- SIX MONTHS -- until I would be at one hundred percent and that he'd write that down on my charts to give to Kevin. After I stuttered out a shocked "June? So long?", he told me that the break was really severe and the injury very serious and that if I were very lucky and diligent, I might be able to get back to work by April or May. So even at best, I'm going to be out of work and forced to be a hermit for five months. Christ. I'm not the most social person but I need human contact like anyone else and, as is, I see one person a week and another once every two to three. Grah. I better get a LARGE settlement. Like five figures. And that's after the lawyer's cut. This is insane.
Current Mood:  cold
Current Music: "Whatever" - Godsmack
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Christmas yesterday went pretty well. I was originally supposed to be picked up by Jean at or around noon but she got into a snit over me not thanking her again and she had Joel come pick me up instead. Once I was over there, she acted all nice and pleasant towards me so I didn't say anything although she's really starting to wear on me. Once there, I kept mostly to myself since most of the conversation was going on in the kitchen and I was in the living room. Kat came over to talk to me a couple times and I made small talk with Russel, Kat's sister's brother-in-law, between listening to carols and napping too. Nice guy that's had an interesting life. I also made out like a bandit on presents, comparitively speaking. While I didn't get very much (and that's to be expected when living away from home), everyone bought me stuff, which surprised me. From Kat and Joel, I got "If Britain Had Fallen", "The Ferengi Rules of Acquisition", and the Director's Cut of Star Trek IV: The Voyage Home which I inadvertently discovered I was getting only three hours before when I was adding stuff to my amazon wish list so that I can give it to my mom for my birthday next month ( link for anyone that would like to buy me something too :)) and I noticed someone had ordered me something. Knowing it had to've been Kat, who I was talking to at the time in IM, I told her about it and played dumb about it just to make her squirm. It worked. :D Anyway, besides that, I also got two oven mitts, two pot holders, a $25 gift card, and lotto tickets that I wound up winning $17 with from Kat's mom, a gourmet chocolate hazelnut candy bar from Kat's sister, and, most surprisingly of all, a button down flannel shirt from Jean. Then we had dinner and I dozed a bit on the couch until Jean had Joel put in The Manchurian Candidate which I tried to watch to no avail. It is quite possibly the dullest movie ever. After that, it was 7:00 and time for me to come home, where I called my mom and sister and tried watching my DVD before giving into my exhaustion around 10:00 and just went to bed. In addition to the stuff I got yesterday, I also got two pre-fabricated bookcases, a box of meats and cheeses from Swiss Colony, and a small four cup coffee maker from and blackbyrd2 and his girlfriend on Christmas Eve when he came to get my clothes and am expecting two $100 checks from my dad and sister as well as the Garden State DVD(!!!) my mom pre-ordered me on amazon.com. All in all, this was a pretty kick-ass Christmas considering how bad it could have been and how annoying the past two months have been. Kat continues to treat me like I'm her little brother (I mean that in a good way), my leg continues to heal, and my family was able to have a good time despite my being on the other side of the continent.
Current Music: "Blackened" - Metallica
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( Surprisingly Appropiate Gift Predictions from my Friends List )I might actually resume a somewhat normal sleeping schedule for a couple days now because my physical therapist dropped in on me about an hour ago and woke me up to see how things are going and we talked for about twenty minutes about what's changed since the last time I saw her. I might not have the best of luck when it comes to getting help from other people (read: Jean) but, so far, the people the hospital have assigned to me, Traci and Gayle, have proven to be very helpful and just nice women in general. I really like both of them. Speaking of Jean, I got an email from my lawyer's secretary about my work release and it seems I won't be able to get that until I'm able to visit the doctor and have them give me one so, in effect, when she quit on me like she did, she also fucked me out of the money I'm supposed to be getting for being out of work since I haven't been able to get to the doctor like I'm supposed to. That's nice.. especially since my money's running so low that I'm scared I won't have enough to pay all my bills. Thankfully, I'm getting some money from my dad for Christmas though.. that should help things out a bit although knowing him and my stepmom, it's not going to be very much. I'm hoping it'll be a hundred but I'm expecting something more like $25. Every little bit helps though and they're doing more for me than some parents would so I'm thankful for it despite my cynicism. I'm turning into Scrooge. I won't say it though.
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I have a new default icon. It's from the opening scenes of Garden State when Largeman's father calls him to tell him about his mother's death. Since I've been depressed and been spending so much time in bed lately, I felt it fitting. Plus, I just love the movie. And I'm getting it for Christmas. Yay! Originally, my mom was going to buy me some candy from swisscolony.com since she's in worse financial shape than I am and they allow payment deferrals but it seems she overextended herself there and is getting me the DVD instead which I'm really happy about. Sure, I'd've loved the candy but it would have been eaten in three days and I'd have nothing but a tin left over.. at least this way, I'll have something to keep me entertained for however long it takes me to get sick of it or wear it out, one. Not sure which will come first. Aside from that, nothing else has happened that's really worth mentioning. I finally got to talk to Gina again for about an hour yesterday morning and vented to her a little bit about how I've been feeling the past couple weeks. Putting it here seems pointless and too much like attention-whoring anyway, so I keep the worst of it bottled inside. It felt good to get some of it out. After finishing my conversation with her, I crawled into bed and slept the rest of the day away except for a five minute window when I went to the door to get my clothes from blackbyrd2 at around 3:30. After he left, I got back into bed and didn't get up 'til 2:30 or so the next morning. Now, seven hours later, I'm contemplating another day of sleeping after I call to make sure I can make my doctor's appointment tomorrow. All this typing tires a man out, I guess.
Current Mood: not sure
Current Music: the heater
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I think I might someone to replace Jean. One of Kat's LJ friends, a lurker on the SDMB that lives about forty miles from here, contacted me on Sunday to see if I would be interested in having him help with my needs. Being avoidant, as always, I waited until Tuesday to call him back and then emailed him Wednesday after he replied back. I don't know what all he can help with but anything's better than what I was left with. Now to check about taking the disabled services bus to Salem for doctor's appointments.. I had to reschedule one I was supposed to have yesterday for next week 'cause she was my only transportation too. Aside from that, nothing of note has happened. My days continue to blend together, barely distinguishing themselves from one another.. the only thing that breaks the monotony is checking my mail on Tuesdays and Saturdays to get my DVDs from Netflix and I'm already starting to lose a little bit of my enthusiasm for that too. I can't wait to be able to walk again so I can do something other than literally stay on the computer all day.. even when taking a break from the internet, I'm still watching a movie on my DVDR or in chat sharing what latest person, place, thing, or idea annoys me. And that's even more than usual lately. I think I just need some friends. Some ones I can touch. As much as an internet geek as I am and as much as I consider some of the people I've never met (or have met once), it's still not the same as being able to hang out. Talking to Sarah in IRC, Jess on AIM, Gina on the phone, and the rest of you on livejournal is quality time, yes, but not enough anymore.. especially when I feel like I'm drifting away from them and everyone else due to any number of reasons, my ennui and depression chief amongst them. When I'm healed, I'll look into some sort of clubs or organizations to see if that might help. And by then, hopefully, I'll've reconnected with the people on here I really need to too. Until then.. I don't know. That might as well be another year away for the way time feels to me lately. I think I'm going to go to bed.
Current Mood: alone
Current Music: morning traffic
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Traci, the nurse who called about the microwave, and her pastor came by last night (by which, I mean Monday night) and stayed here for a little over an hour. While she washed my dishes (which made me feel uncomfortable but she insisted), her pastor swept my floor for me and then talked to me a little bit about this and that, church and god being pretty low on the list surprisingly. I did find out one really cool thing about him though: after seeing my Star Trek magazines and wallpaper, he told me that one of his classmates in college was one of the people that translated the Bible into Klingon.
After a bit of talking, we prayed (or, at least, they prayed and I bowed my head politely), and they gave me their numbers to contact them if I ever need anything again. I doubt I will as they've done more for me than they ever needed to and I hate to be a mooch, my reputation to the contrary notwithstanding. I'll probably donate to their church next year when I have the money though.. they were really cool people.
So, anyway, I've been feasting on turkey and cranberry sauce for the past two days and have already gone through all the sauce and probably thirty percent of the bird, not to mention half the pumpkin pie they brought me. I didn't realize I had been craving the food so much.. the only thing that would have made it better was some rolls and some of my sister's cheese squash casserole. Well, and maybe some people to share it with but that's less likely than the previous two things. I just hope I don't get sick of it before I finish it all.
In other news, I also had a visit from Gayle, my physical therapist, today. She came by to visit about 1:00pm and woke me up. Since I still can't put any weight on my leg, her visits are mostly useless because she can't actually help me out but she comes by every week just to check on me and see if everything is okay. She's a pretty nice woman too and I'm pretty happy to have both of them, especially considering how bad the social worker I had to put up with last week was.
Hopefully, when I see Dr Nonweiler again in a week or so, he'll tell me I can bear weight on my leg and I can start trying to walk again. I also need to talk to him about getting my hydrocodone refilled and possibly having the dosage upped too since my shin is starting to bother me. See if he can't suggest something for my sleeplessness and insane itchiness too.. I have scratch marks on my stomach (by clipped fingernails) because the itching gets so bad sometimes.
Anyway, it's 7:00am now and I am going to go drop my Netflix DVDs in the mailbox (Cube was decent and Jersey Girl was good if you like that kind of movie. Intermission sucked.) and then try to catch a nap before my super comes by at ten to install my new toilet. Don't know if I'll actually get any sleep though. Sigh.
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I've not been updating very much lately as I've been bored and a little run down from being stuck at home staring at my computer for eighteen hours a day. Even as big a geek and recluse as I am, that gets rather boring after a while and, as you can imagine, it doesn't lend itself to journaling either.
"Today, I got up, got online, used the bathroom, ate some dinner, and then went to bed. The end."
Anyway, the reason I'm updating is that I actually have had a couple things worth mentioning happen to me recently. The first, and more important thing, is that I've been approved for temporary food stamps because I'm out of work and don't have any income at the moment.
It's not very much, about $60 a week, I think, but it'll kept me fed and I won't have to worry about spending all the money in my checking account on pesky and unimportant things like eating and can instead use it to pay for luxuries like electricity.
The other thing is that I was contacted on Saturday by the woman who drew my blood a couple weeks ago to see if I would be interested in accepting a microwave from her pastor. Evidently, I had told her I was going to take my bike back to Wal Mart because it's a piece of crap and then use the money I got from it to buy a microwave and she mentioned that to her pastor, who suggested they just donate a microwave to me instead. And since it's the holidays, they're also roasting an entire turkey for me so that I can just reheat it in the microwave whenever I get hungry.
I need to call her later today, actually. She left me a voicemail yesterday morning but I never checked it because I had to get dressed to go to Kat's and then when I came home, I took a nap from 6:00pm until 1:00am. I'll listen to it in a couple hours and assuming it's telling me everything is set, will call her to tell her to bring it by after I clean up a bit around the apartment.
I'm really looking forward to that turkey.. I've been wanting some since Thanksgiving.
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My sleeping schedule's fucked. Two days ago, I woke up a bit earlier than I intended to, 11:00am, and was still feeling pretty tired after a couple hours so I thought I'd take a quick nap to recharge. I laid back down at 2:15 or so with the light still streaming in from my patio door but when I woke up, it was already dark. Instead of the hour or two nap I intended, I wound up sleeping for six hours and it was now 8:30. 'cause of that, I wound up going to sleep at 10:00am yesterday morning and am expecting something similar tonight. Or rather, this morning. It doesn't really matter, really, as I have nothing that requires I keep a normal sleep schedule for the time being but it's still really odd to slip back into this pattern after a year of being forced to keep normal hours. It does give me plenty of free time though. Even as large as the internet is, it gets pretty slow in the early morning and with anything better to do, I've finally gotten around to cleaning up around my desk (it's getting messy again already though) and have found some really cool wallpapers for my desktop.. especially this one, which is my current. The only thing I don't like about it is the UFP seal at the bottom, which looks rather amateurish. Otherwise, it's almost literally awe inspiring. Yeah, I'm a geek. And to end, I suggest everyone that likes or can stomach romantic comedies should rent Love Actually, a British comedy starring Hugh Grant, Colin Firth, Alan Rickman, Emma Thompson, and Keira Knightley, amongst others. It's quite good.. I gave it four stars. I don't know how I ever lived before Netflix.
Current Mood:  okay
Current Music: traffic
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I just woke up about thirty minutes ago after having the weirdest dream. I was back home in Cleveland and was hanging out with my non-existant best friends when we decided to rob the bank near the intersection of Keith and Inman. We go in, I fire off a couple rounds of my gun and then have to foil another gang of thieves that're trying to steal our rightfully stolen money. I don't remember the specifics so well but I know I finished off the leader of the other group by sticking the nozzle of an empty flame thrower in his mouth and giving him some sort of gas poisoning. Or something. After that, the three of us split up and I started getting nervous I was going to get caught and put in jail so I started heading home but, on the way, happen to pass the house of someone I'd recently met. I went in, saw another friend, Edward Norton, and asked to talk to him alone in the other room. Seems in my dreamworld, Norton's a small-time criminal a la 25th Hour and I wanted some advice on how to cope with being in prison. We talk for a couple hours and then I leave, only to return a couple hours later, where I eventually wind up dozing off next to the main friend's bed where he finds me when he comes in to sleep. We then get into a minor argument and I spill everything to him and I suddenly morph into Asia Carrera right before his mom walks in to tell him that she's dead. "No. Wait.. she's alive? And in your room? What the hell?" Then I somehow morph back into myself and try to run away but I first grab a bottle of something purple out of a cabinet and have a sudden cutscene where there's a commercial for the product I'm holding in my hand -- some sort of anal lube paste, which I wind up squirting in the mom's face as I run past her out the door. Outside, I circle around the house but am found by the friend again who tells me that he has looked up my history and between that and squirting his mom in the face, thinks I deserve to go to prison as I am not fit to stay in society. This devestates me and I start walking towards his garage where I see that everything I have ever posted to any messageboard ever is written on the sidewalk which stuns me so much that I fall first to my knees and then to my stomach. Then I woke up. Such a very strange dream. I'm still feeling guilty over something I never did or would ever do (the robbery, not the lube squirting). Stupid conscience.
Current Mood:  weird
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