Thursday, June 3, 2010
Moo is not dead but I hate my life anyway.
Remember when I complained about how much I have to work? Well, last night I went to bed at 9 all responsible like...and woke up at 3:20 in the morning because I was worried Moo was dead because he hadn't slept with me all night! Highly unusual. And because I had weird dreams involving 3 friends, and a 7th grade Social Studies teacher. The scenario was that I FORGOT I HAD TO WORK and drank liquid Tylenol Pm's, which isn't even invented as far as I know but should be.
It is now 5:48 in the morning. I tried going back to sleep. No such luck.
FUCK YOU BRAIN!